The demon cried out with rage and pain alike, accidentally dropping his sword in the process. Slowly, his face gave way to a grin, eerily watching Midnight's reaction. "Even if I do die here, it's enough of a distraction to keep that little pet of yours out of sight. Only a matter of time before one of my men catch her scent, and then your little fight will be for naught." The demon let out a painful-sounding whistle through his teeth, then took a firm grasp on the blade, blood dripping off as he tore himself from the steel. He reached into his pocket and threw a small orb to the ground. A large, black plume of smoke erupted from the tiny ball, covering the demon's escape. One of the other demons fighting Alex did the same, allowing both to retreat. One of their comrades lay dead on the forest floor. They ran, sniffing into the air like wolves until they found the scent they were looking for.