A white cloud of death erupted from the roof of the library, spreading his wings wide before diving for the streets of Malkiz.
"Shit," Rose started, twisting in her seat atop a Taranan just beginning to panic. "Shit, he heard us mention the demons."
"I thought it was just her name," Set glanced to the Host of T'akrin, heat shimmering in the air around her.
"It doesn't matter now," Rose grabbed the Taranan by the neck, trying to point their head. "We have to get to the library."
As if sensing her cue, Olaichtyn's host leapt from her glacial bridge, a distant roar echoing as she landed. A crack like a snarl rang out, the bridge raining down in pieces, and she tackled the Host of T'akrin in a flash, her horns locking the winged demon's throat to the ground. A lion's roar rang out-
"Caroline, no!"
The Host of Olaichtyn caught fire.