The flame-wielding demon's charge is ferocious, to be sure... but nowhere near so ferocious as the one-two combination from Aquila. With a roar of pain and fear, the flaming beast is sent flying... and crumples at the feet of his allies, lifeless. For the fighter, it seems to be a piece of cake...<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Sheraile winces and looks down at the long gash the demon's weapon has carved into her thigh- and the nick that the creature's blade has put into one of the straps that runs along her hips, causing the fabric to fray and strain.<br/><br/>"You damn..." Furious, the witch woman raises her eyes to glare at the demon. Simpering fool, staring at her like she's actually within his reach. He thinks he has picked out the easy target? The witch smirks and steps back, fingers rising to her lips...<br/><br/>And with a blown kiss, and a simple verbal command- "Serve Me," - the creature's mind is hers. It<em>had</em>wanted to focus on her... and she's going to make sure it does just that.<br/><br/>"Now then... be a good little demon, and help my friend over there get rid of those big bullies..."<br/><br/>Dully, the creature nods, and turns... and as the captain of the guards scores a devastating strike on one demon, cleaving him almost completely in two, the charmed demon turns on his last surviving ally, leveling his horns and barreling head-first into the other demon's chest.<br/><br/>The strike from his ally seems to confuse the surviving "enemy" demon, and he falters for a moment between striking at the captain or at his former "friend." In the end, though, he settles for maintaining his focus on his primary target, and swings his polearm and horns as if attempting to savage the woman. Unfortunately for him, though, the Captain seems to be fairly capable, and she easily deflects both strikes with that oversized sword of hers...