Unsurprisingly, he fire burned, but Lance was quick to heal himself, shocking the demon as he continued his onslaught on it. It didn't take long before he had punched through its body in several places. As it would turn out, that demon wasn't much of a fighter, and instead relied on its flames. Slowly, Lance was shaping into a suicidal style fighter.
What should have been the sight of their strong being overpowered by the enemies, breaking the remaining demons' resolve, at least those around to witness it didn't happen in any way or form. The demons were like monsters incited to chaos by a primitive instinct, nothing could cause them to falter.
Now, the battlefield was a chaos of fire and blood, the air thick with ash and the thick unwelcoming stench of corrupted flesh burning, smoke rising continuously mostly from the burning trees. Rynne stood at the head of her unit, gripping her spear firmly.
