The Demon Scout came at Spectra with the hammer lifted high, its thick arms bulging beneath scarred, warped muscle as it tried to bring the weapon down in a crushing arc meant to flatten her where she hovered.
The air shattered around the swing. Red-black energy rolled off its body in ugly waves, a brutal pulse of Gloom that made the street stones tremble and the broken windows around them rattle in their frames.
Spectra shot out an aura of Grace-blessed miasma, but the Demon used the giant hammer to shield itself. It attacked ferociously after, but Spectra drifted around on her crimson cloud, baiting the scout into multiple attacks that she enjoyed dodging.
The scout struck again. Then again. Hammer first, shoulder second, then a violent surge of demonic force ripped from its throat and burst outward in a shockwave designed to throw her from the air and crush her balance against the street.
"Oh. You're a feisty one."
