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  Unnoticed by the humans, who were now watching the battle between the Sluagh and the poppets, the demon had silently gained the upper hand in its own battle. With the majority of the horde now engaged on the other front, the entity was able to slay enough of its foes to gain some breathing room. It was hurt, yes, but it was far from being vanquished. It also found renewed strength in the one task that it wanted to perform before McCoy banished it back to its own plane.

  It wanted to kill the bitch that had sicced the bloody fairies on it.

  The fiend knew that it had no hope of hurting McCoy, not in its present weakened state. The man had too much magical protection. If it had been stronger, perhaps, but even then the outcome would be questionable. The girl, however, possessed no special protection at all. Since escape was not an option thanks to McCoy’s binding spell, the demon could at least relish in one final kill before it was banished.

  It fried the last of its attackers with one final, powerful burst of hellfire. Its magic was nearly spent, but that would not matter now. It still owned a powerful body with sharp teeth and nasty claws, and it had just enough energy to close the distance on the girl and rip her to shreds.

  The girl was presently running toward McCoy’s group, a worried expression on her face. Apparently, she had undergone a change of heart and now wished to join the other humans. That was too bad.

  She would never make it.

  The demon smiled and launched itself at the unsuspecting girl.