The demons got up off their knees when he had passed them.
They closed in behind Turiel as he came, and spread out along the flanks, and the hall changed shape around the raid. A minute ago it had been a battlefield with a commander at the far end of it. Now it was a room with a killer walking down the middle.
James took in the new shape in one look.
Darragh was down, and Ronan was the only wall left. Ciara had lost one of her five. Maeve had spent most of what she had on James's ribs and Ronan's back, and she was breathing like a runner. The demon corpses on the floor were burning down into red that ran away into the channels. Every channel in the hall ran back to the one figure walking toward them.
*Later,* he told himself about Darragh. *Not now.*
Turiel did not charge.
