Arloke moved quickly. When the devil crashed through the wall, he jumped out of the way and onto the wall. His unblinking eyes watched as the devil attempted to attack Malcador to be pulled away by Serphia. He watched as Malcador rolled off into the living area before he turned his eyes to Serphia. She dove back into the bedroom she had previously come from. Suddenly he was alone in the hallway and he sat there a moment, contemplating who he should follow. With only a moment more of hesitation, he jumped off the wall and headed to where Serphia had gone. 

Serphia and the devil clashed. Again and again claws met dagger as each tried to get an upper hand on the other. 

As Arloke skittered into the room, Serphia’s eyes flashed to him for only a moment before she had to jump away from the devil’s thrashing tail. She panted lightly as she stared the demon down. Her side throbbed painfully. She should have never agreed to this damn plan. She flipped her hair out of her eyes as she crouched. Time to kick it into overdrive. 

She dove at the devil, dropping herself to the ground as it slashed at her with its claws. She let the momentum take past the devil and towards Arloke. She extended her hand out to the spider and he jumped up onto her shoulder, a living shoulder guard. She whirled on the devil and Arloke shot a string of silk at the thing. It latched onto its wing and Serphia grabbed a hold of the silk before she slammed her foot down on top of it, ripping the devil from the air and crashing it down on the ground. The thing grunted then thrashed as it tried to get back on its feet or in the air. Serphia didn’t wait. She ran forward before slamming her foot down on the back of its head, crushing its face into the floor. She brought the silk around like a lasso and looped its wings. She continued to loop it and bind its wings before it finally pushed off the ground and forced her to back up. Arloke broke the piece of thread and they both stared down the devil as it tried to flap its tied wings. A dark predatory grin crossed Serphia’s face. She was balancing the game board, one little pawn at a time.