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Aden smiled. "Demons? Hah. Wrong. Try nagas and undead tigers. And you with no weapons." Juan zipped forward in a flash of red energy and grabbed her arms.

"I hava a better idea, perra. You heal Sandy or the cloak will burn. It in flames will be the last thing you ever see." The normal warm laughter in the Latino's voice and eyes were gone. In their place was the voice of a god. His pupils showed strange creatures aging to dust and being frozen in time as a boomerang cut them apart.

Aden's glowing violet pupils held pictures of similar creatures being contorted and split into pieces as the laws of space ceased to have a rational meaning for them.