The demon lowered its body. For something so large, the next movement it made was almost absurd.
It vanished from Elion's line of sight, not literally, but fast enough that most of the soldiers on the wall lost track of it.
Elion's pupils narrowed as Enhanced Cognition flared to life again, and the world slowed around him. Lines of movement appeared, a blur from the right, an axe angled low, and a follow-up fist from above.
Mana spiked from the ground as Elion stepped forward instead of retreating back as most would have expected him to.
The axe swept toward his legs, but he jumped lightly, letting the blade pass beneath him before stomping down on its flat surface. The force nearly threw him off balance, but he converted part of his agility into strength at the last second and pinned the weapon down for a breath.
The demon's fist came down, and Elion raised one hand.
'Blood Marionette.'
