I'd heard that before. And wasn't about to let some low-ranking rebel leader succeed where so many others had failed. Not when I was in full possession of my powers and able to defend myself.
It was almost comical their reactions to my sudden power flare, multi-hued magic rippling around me as I grinned, my demon's need to fight almost taking over. "Who's first?"
I wish I could say they turned coward and ran, not because I didn't want to fight or was afraid, but because I really didn't want to hurt anyone. Despite the fear on their faces, the bulk of the demons obeyed their orders and rushed me as a unit.
Only to fly back, tossed by a blast of air magic in a lovely arc, landing in a heap on top of Luprimustica.
"Nice technique," Ram snarled in my ear, hand wrapped around my arm again, "but we don't have time to play."