She dodged, stepping to the side. Saldavin's black sword crashed hard against the stone, loud enough it echoed against the mountains, and overcame the increasing noise of the erupting violence as more demons joined the fray. She wore much more armor, all of it was gold, and she had a gold short sword in each hand. And she swung each of them, one after the other, each a rapid flurry of strikes that Saldavin had no choice but to block with his sword.

The only reason David could see their duel was their height. They towered over everyone else, even the brutes and tigers. The demons from the spire swarmed...