High above the battlefield, perched on a jagged outcropping of black stone that overlooked the carnage below, nine Nightmare-class demons watched their packmate struggle against a single human.
Gravok, massive and earthen, his body seeming to be carved from living stone, crossed arms thick as tree trunks. "Permafrost's making a fool of himself down there."
"Pathetic," Terrak agreed, his body radiating contempt. "Thirty-three lesser demons are dead, and he can't even land a clean hit on one human."
Terrak was similar to Gravok, with the exception of being slightly smaller.
Glacier, whose crystalline body refracted light in patterns similar to Permafrost's but with a purer, colder essence, shook her head. "He's panicking. Look at how wild his attacks are becoming. No precision, no strategy."
"The human's faster," Cryovek observed. "He's using blue lightning as well. Regardless how strong Permafrost is, if he can't keep up he'll lose."
