Peisma screamed a final scream as Simmer finally soared away, safe with the scarred dragonets in her talons. The demon felt cold chills shimmer down their back as they turned their narrow face at Risk, who was flying towards her with a look of disgust on her snout as Peisma let a tongue sliver out threateningly, the substance starting to slow down, still dripping, but a lot less, bones and muscles being exposed now covered back in heavy slime.
Idiot. Trying to play hero. Guess what, girly? This fun, happy little game of goose chasing is gonna come to the end, sweetheart.
Sh*t. This was stupid of me, Risk thought, lashing her tail, her ears ringing from the screams that echoed around. The SandWing flexed claws and billowed wings as a plan started to shoot through her mind.
Okay. So. The kids are safe from the demon. I just have to distract them long enough so that either Simmer or Maple can fly behind them and force a holy object into its body. God, please let them figure it out. They all have SandWing in them, please let that part stand out, her mind thought as she stared at the demon with her dark eyes.
"So. You gonna come get me?" Risk snarled at the demon, flashing large canines at the demon, who narrowed its eyes and returned the snarl, much larger canines protruding from their face.
Then come on, snake. Let's rattle.