text: Gray feathers swirled about Bill's feet.
  
  He raised his sword, shining silver, and slashed, parting through the shadowy Demon as it leaped at him. It fell to pieces at his feet. More came. His sword rose and fell. It was like chopping wood, something Bill hadn't done since junior high. Only the logs had never tried to claw his face.
  
  "Bill!" Cynthia yelled.
  
  He wanted to look at her, but it took all his concentration to fend off the things leaping at him. Cynthia was huddled behind him, naked and vulnerable, and he couldn't do anything more to protect her. He bellowed his frustration and struck another one down.
  
  Light flared behind him. The Demons flinched. Bill turned and gaped.
  
  Sophia, healthy and beautiful, her flaming sword held high, her white wings spread with majesty, stood before Cynthia, driving back the Demons that had circled around to them attack from the rear.