Borealis tucked in his wings and hurtled toward the valley like a shooting star. A seventh-level fireball rose to greet us, launched from a towering fire demon with horns as long as its lanky, ape-like body. Fate diverged around us, and the meteor struck a golden echo of Borealis instead of the real one.
I could sense Verity's surprise, and knew what she wanted to ask, but I was too busy fighting to keep my heart from coming out of my throat to answer.
Borealis leveled out less than fifty feet from the ground, moving at supersonic speeds. Demons were tossed in our wake, literally exploding into fine mists of blood in the shock waves ripping behind us. He oriented back, his talons stretching toward the fire demon. And then I was airborne, held tightly in Verity's arms. Fable rose beneath us as we reached the zenith of her leap, and we settled gently on his back. A fraction of a second later, the demons collided.
