and the alternate reality of the Weave, and spoke into it.  "Jenna," he called immediately.
	"What is it, brother?  I'm a little busy," came Jenna's tart reply.
	"I know you are, but are you out where you can see things?"
	"Not really, but I can look where you want me to see."
	"Alright.  About half a longspan east of due north.  Look for a bunch of Giants."
	There was a pause.  "I see them.  What's that big black piece of stone?"
	"That's your primary target," he told her.  "If you can destroy that, it'll weaken the magic they'll use against us.  You'll have to attack it from inside the Weave, sister.  It'll absorb any kind of battlemagic you send against it."
	"I see," she mused.  "Destroying that thing'll be a good place to start.  That way they find out just what they're facing, and we don't tip our hands that we can counter their magic so effectively until it's too late."
	"I'd say that that's a good idea," he agreed.
	"I'll talk to the others about it.  I have a feeling that it's going to be no easy thing to destroy its magical connection, judging by what I'm seeing.  I think a strategy is in order here."
	"I think that's a good idea," he repeated.  "I'll let you go now."
	"Alright.  If you see anything else worth passing along, don't hesitate to let me know."
	"I won't, I promise," he assured her, then he returned himself fully to reality.
	"Clever move," Shiika nodded in complement.  "I don't think even Val fully understands what's facing him on this side of the line.  Your Goddess did a good job hiding how strong her Sorcerers are now, and very little was known about the power of the katzh-dashi, even back during the Blood War.  Your order's always been rather close-mouthed."
	"It's something of a basic rule of war, Shiika.  Never show the enemy exactly what you've got."  He turned from her, looking down on the city below.  "Now if you don't have anything else to say, you'd better go get your daughters ready," he told her in a tone that clearly indicated he wanted to be alone.
	"You have something up your sleeve, don't you?" she asked with a sudden sly smile.
	"Something like that," he told her absently, fingering his amulet.
	"Alright, I'll let you be all secretive.  I'm sure I'll find out what it is soon enough.  I'll tell them you're up here, in case they want to talk to you," she said, then she spread her wings and vaulted into the sky, then spiralled down out of sight.
	Tarrin paid the Demoness no more mind, his attention focused on the army below.  That was a force that Tarrin wasn't sure against which they could hold out.  There had to be fifty thousand beings down there, of varying degrees of magical or physical power, and Tarrin knew that their own forces were outnumbered.  The only advantage they had was Sorcery, in the place where, in the entire world, Sorcery was at its strongest.  The presence of the Goddess' icon in Suld enriched the power she granted to the world, and it was going to be up to him and Jenna to use it to defend the city.
	But where was Spyder?  She should be there, he was sure of it.  If they had her there, the balances would be evened.  What errand had the Goddess sent her to accomplish, so important that she stopped teaching them magic to do it?  When their learning about Sorcery was the most important thing he could think of.  They had three sui'kun in the city.  Jenna and Tarrin would fight, but Jasana--well, he wouldn't bring her into things unless there was no other choice.  He'd already made that decision.  He could use her without putting her in danger by Circling with her, but to do that, she had to be close to him.  If he did anything, he would become the main target of anything that could reach him, no matter where he or they were.  Since they had creatures over on that side with wings, that meant that if he tried to attack them, no matter where he was, they'd be drawn right to him.  And the Goddess had already made it clear that he was very high up on their list of battle objectives.  He couldn't do anything that would draw their attention to him.  And that meant that any reason he could think of to use Jasana's power would just put them both in danger.
	They were done setting up, which was literally little more than a bedroll thrown on the ground for every man or beast that required rest.  But why were they setting up so close?  Didn't they know that Tarrin had the range to strike at them when they were that close?  Or did they do it just in the hopes that Tarrin would make an attempt to strike at them, hoping it would tell them where he was?
	That was a stupid assumption.  They had to know exactly where he was, because there was nowhere he would be other than the Tower at a time like this.
	Ah, wait.  That explained a few things.  Many of the hideous Demons had looks of consternation on their faces.  Obviously, they had just attempted to use their magic to appear inside the city, but found out that it didn't work.  Shiika and her brood had managed that part of it very well.  Tarrin guessed that they were going to send the Demons in to have some fun and cause chaos in the city, to weaken the defenders so the assault force could just waltz in come morning, which was only about two hours away.
	They weren't the only ones with an idea like that.  Tarrin turned and looked back towards the Tower, back to the glowing pillar of magical power that rose from its center, the main Conduit.  What some called the Heart.  That was going to be very useful to him in just a few moments, for he intended to beat the invaders at their own game.  The Goddess had told him not to leave the grounds, but Tarrin had learned already that a Weavespinner didn't have to physically be in a place in order to wreak havoc there.
	It was the wreaking havoc part that he dreaded.  He knew what he was about to do, but unlike Torrian, there was no regret in this.  They were all enemies, and there was no mercy for them.  There was only a weary acceptance that destruction seemed to be the only thing that he could do well.
	"Mother," he called grimly, turning towards the Conduit.
	Be very careful, she warned.  She obviously knew what she planned to do.
	"I'm the backup here, Mother," he told her absently.  "It doesn't matter if I tire myself out.  In fact, it would better for us if they thought I did.  They'd march straight into Jenna."
	You underestimate your worth.
	"Maybe, but right now, what I can do for her is much more important than what I can do for you," he grunted, absently spinning out a weave that lifted him off the roof, held by gentle feathers of Air.  Those flows carried him up and forward, and then they pulled him into the Conduit.
	The effect was visible all over the city of Suld, to all the enemies surrounding its walls.  The main Conduit suddenly flared with a bright white light, a pillar of magic that rose into the heavens, bathing the city below in the milky radiance of the power that had always been a part of their city, yet had rarely been visible to them.  Within the Conduit, Tarrin felt its power coarse over him, caress him, flow through him, infusing him with the unmitigated power of the Goddess.  He could feel her closeness, could sense her eyes looking down on him, could feel her almost as if it were her gentle, loving hands that were holding him in the air.  He closed his eyes and allowed himself to fall within the Weave, felt his consciousness separate from himself and hurtle into the light, joining with it and becoming one with it.
	He hadn't been in the Heart for a while, but it was as it always was, an endless blackness streaked with the light threads of the Weave, and the countless stars that represented the Sorcerers upon which the Weave depended.  And behind them all, seen but unseen, were the eyes of the Goddess herself, smiling down on him in gentle benediction.  But he wasn't there to adore her or waste time.  He could feel that, whatever it was, that black obelisk, could sense it through the Weave in the amount of magical power it was drawing from wherever Arcane magic drew its power.  He sent his awareness out into the Weave, searching through it, using the techniques Spyder taught him, tracing that flow of power from the nether boundary from which it came down to its destination.  The enemy army was only fifteen longspans away, but the geography of the Weave did not correspond to the geography of reality, and he found himself travelling a great distance through it before he found a pathway to the sense of intense Arcane magic that he had sensed from the Heart.  Once he had reached that place, he breached the Weave with his senses and reached out into the real world, felt around until he felt the unmistakable presence of a Demon and the same sense of presence that he'd felt in the soultrap that had once held Faalken.  The soultrap created by Kravon's power.
	He found them.  He wove together an Illusion of himself, a projection, and then pushed his awareness into it.
	He opened his spectral eyes to find a rather startled, thin, rather cadaverous man staring at him in shock.  The six-armed, bare-breasted woman creature beside him looked on with only mild interest, but the armed men and scaly blue-skinned Cambisi guarding the platform upon which they stood all rushed forward as one to attack and destroy the intruder.  The first one drew his sword as he reached him and swung with all his might--
	--and then crashed harmlessly through the Illusion, to dive headlong off the raised platform and crunch into the grass below in a rattle of armor.  Tarrin allowed the Cambion to pass through his projection calmly, not even flinching as its sword went through his Illusory head.  "Typical," he snorted absently, then he focused his eyes on the two of them.
	"Fools," the six-armed Demoness growled at the Cambisi.  "It's an Illusion!"  She looked to him, her dark eyes speculative.  "It's a pleasure to get a chance to meet the famous Tarrin Kael, at least before I take your soul back with me to the Abyss," she purred.  "It's already been promised to me.  Isn't that right, Kravon?"
	"Of course, my dear," the man Kravon said in a hollow, chillingly dead voice.  "One must always give one's allies suitable compensation.  Wouldn't you agree, Were-cat?" he asked conversationally.
	"Be glad I don't fry you where you stand, but I'd be robbing someone else of that honor," he said coldly, and that made Kravon flinch.  "He's already caught up with you, hasn't he?" he asked in a chilling, evil chuckle.  "How long did it take to stop the bleeding?"
	"It was of no moment," he shrugged.  "I can't say the same for some of my sycophants, however.  If he'd have chased you with half the enthusiasm he's been hunting down my servants, you'd not have lasted a month."
	"They're the appetizers.  You're the main course," Tarrin warned him with a baleful glare.  "When they're all dead, he'll come after you.  And there's nowhere in the entire world you can hide from him, human.  He'll slit you crotch to chin and watch you bleed to death."
	"I'm sure you didn't reveal yourself just to state the obvious," Kravon said.  "I take it you're here to ask for terms of surrender?  Or did you just feel the urge to chat?  We've never been properly introduced, you know.  I guess it would only be proper."
	"I'm here to show you what's waiting for you when the sun comes up, Wizard," he said in a hiss, raising a paw.
	"Illusions don't frighten me, Were-cat," Kravon said with an amused look.
	It took every ounce of his willpower not to attack Kravon, but Jegojah had rights to him.  Tarrin wouldn't deny that from him.  Tarrin's paw began to glow with Magelight as Tarrin touched High Sorcery through his physical body and channeled it to his projection.  Kravon scoffed at it, until Tarrin turned and levelled his clenched fist at a large group of Trolls that were lounging on the grass nearby.  Fire erupted from Tarrin's Illusory paw, real fire, and it erupted into a hellish inferno as it raged towards the suddenly screaming Trolls.  It slammed into their encampment, incinerating most of them where they lay, then the mass of fire suddenly exploded in a horrendous blast that sent fire, smoke, dirt, charred grass, and the smoking parts of Troll bodies flying in all directions, showering the startled creatures that had been resting near the group of Trolls with grisly flaming chunks of charred flesh and red-hot globs of steel.
	"Now," Tarrin hissed, his eyes blazing with an incandescent white that suddenly shifted to an evil reddish aura, his paws erupting into flame.  "Now, face me."  He raised his paws at Kravon. "Face the power of my Goddess!" he roared, and he threw consideration and caution to the four winds and wove together his favorite weave, the chaotic mess of Air, Water, Fire, Divine power, and token flows to grant the spell the power of High Sorcery, and then unleashed it right at Kravon's head.  He struck to kill.
	Kravon would have had his head vaporized from his body if the Demoness had not intervened.  She interposed herself between Tarrin and Kravon at the last second, shielding the human with her body.  Tarrin's Sorcery could do her no harm, but the physical impact of it was sufficient to blow both of them off the platform, sending them crashing to the ground below.
	In that moment, of having his lust for vengeance against Kravon denied, Tarrin lost all semblance of control and flew into a rage.  Raising his Illusion into the air, Tarrin unleashed the full force of that rage against the amassed armies surrounding Suld, sending fire and lightning and raw power down upon them.  Men and Gobliniods and other creatures screamed and ran away, but there was no escape.  Weaves were formed and released with staggering speed, causing absolute destruction wherever they struck.  For long moments, he vented his fury on the fleeing figures below, slaughtering them by the hundreds as they fled in mindless panic from his fury.  He killed them singly and in groups, blasting them with spells and raw magical power in ways that left very little of them behind to be buried.  At least the parts that could be found, anyway.  He kept on killing them until some semblance of sanity returned to him and he remembered what he was doing there.  He turned in the air and focused himself on that black obelisk, forming the weave of the Sunbolt and releasing it.  It tore through the air, right at the black stone--
	--then was absorbed into its black stone as it touched it.
	That done, knowing that that was going to happen, Tarrin pulled aback, as if in surprise.  In that moment of inactivity, one of the Demons managed to get itself together enough to use its own magic.  Tarrin felt that alien magic attack the integrity of his Illusion, just as the Demon had used its magic to disrupt the anti-magic Ward that Tarrin had woven back in Dala Yar Arak.  But before, Tarrin could do nothing about it.  This time, he realized, he could have blocked that attempt to destroy his Illusion with ridiculous ease.
	But he did not.
	He let the Demon's spell affect his Illusion, pulling his awareness from it a split second before it was unravelled, and then recalled his consciousness back to his body.
	As soon as he opened his eyes, he felt the exhaustion.  Weaving through the Weave like that was very exhausting, despite the fact that he was only weaving across fifteen longspans.  The reality was that he was weaving through the Weave, and manipulating that kind of power over that much distance wasn't easy, even for him.  He blew out his breath and removed himself from the Conduit, landing lightly on the roof of the Tower, feeling his knees wobble a bit.
	"Tarrin, what in the blazes was that stunt?" Jenna's voice reached him immediately.
	"Misdirection," he panted in reply. "They know I'm strong, and they were expecting me to try something like that."
	"What in the nine hells does that mean?"
	"It means, sister dear, that now they think they can stop me," he told her.  "I took a shot at that obelisk and let one of the Demons disrupt my projection.  They had to know that I'd try to destroy the obelisk, and now they think that their spells can stop me from trying again.  They'll be worried about me trying to destroy it, so it should give you an easier chance.  After all, we both know that we'll have to attack it through the Weave instead of physically."
	There was a long silence.  "Dammit, Tarrin, I hate it when you have a good explanation for things," she growled.  "But you may be right.  If they're going to defend it from you, it'll give me the chance to attack it the right way."
	"I just revealed one of my new tricks, but it should certainly keep them on their toes," he mused grimly.  "They'll be so paranoid about seeing another projection of me appear that they won't get much rest.  And it should pin those Demons in place.  They'll have to stay with the army to protect it from me, instead of trying to cause trouble for the soldiers on the walls.  Especially if you weave up an Illusion or two every now and again to keep them where they are.  You're closer than I am, you should be able to do that without wearing yourself out."
	"That'll be handy.  Alright, I know you're up there, brother, so get yourself into the courtyard," she ordered.  "Let us handle this for you.  You just keep the Goddess company, and keep her safe."
	"Alright," he said.  "Is Kerri there with you?"
	"Right here," she replied.
	"Tell her no heroics.  I'm going to the courtyard, just as soon as I pick up my mate, daughter, and Jula.  If anyplace in this city is going to be safe, it's going to be the courtyard."
	"Good luck."
	"You too," he said, then he turned towards one of the staircases.

	It was tense, waiting for the sunrise, but it did eventually come.  It was the dawn of a fateful day, a day whose outcome wasn't entirely certain.
	Tarrin stood near the fountain, fidgeting uncomfortably, looking through a magically created window in nothing he had made.  An image within it showed the enemy army, massing up and preparing for the assault.  Jula stood beside him, watching in nervous worry, and Jasana sat on the bench at the foot of the fountain, playing with the doll Triana gave her and chatting idly with Miranda as Jesmind paced near the tent, and Phandebrass' drakes chased each other through the air around the fountain.  Everyone else was out there.  All his friends and family were out there, out in the danger.  His sisters, Triana and Thean, Kimmie and Dar, Azakar and Phandebrass, Camara Tal and Sarraya, they were all out there, all ready to fight.  Keritanima had forced Miranda to seek refuge in the courtyard with Tarrin, knowing that it would be the safest place in Suld.  Miranda had bristled at the command, but she couldn't argue about it for long.  This would be a battle fought primarily with magic, before the magic broke down and it turned into a melee.  Miranda was not suited for fighting either kind of battle.  Miranda was suited for wars of rumor and messages and looks and plans, not spells and swords and muskets and blood.  The little mink Wikuni needed to be out of harm's way.  Phandebrass had left Chopstick and Turnkey with Tarrin as well, leaving him a note to kindly watch after his pets, and not discount how useful they may be in his serious task to defend the last line.  Phandebrass had managed to say as much in only a page and a half.  That was rather brief for the long-winded mage.
	Right about now, Tarrin regretted not having Keritanima tell him what was going on.  He scanned the area of the city, seeing lots of Wikuni and Sulasians and Arakites, but little else.  All of the katzh-dashi were hiding, which was only smart seeing as how they would be targeted for elimination, but where were the Were-kin?  Tarrin looked carefully at the lines on the walls, and recognized Audrey, the sharp-tongued Were-wolf.  She was wearing a Wikuni uniform, and was in her human form.  Clever!  Hiding the Were-kin among the Wikuni, who resembled them too closely to tell them apart when Were-kin were in their hybrid form.  He watched Audrey shift into her hybrid form, a bipedal body with fur and a wolf's head, and then she was totally indistinguishable from any other wolf Wikuni.  He didn't know the battle plan, so he wasn't sure if everything was ready.  About all he remembered was that they were going to open with Shiika, because they knew that the first thing the other side would do would be to send in their Demons.  Shiika had arranged to eliminate that threat.
	"When's it going to start?" Jula asked, with a quivering voice.
	"I don't know, daughter," he grunted in reply.  "I wasn't sitting in the planning sessions.  I don't have much idea what's going to happen."
	"I should be out there."
	"I need you here," he told her.  "If they get this far, then it's up to us to stop them.  You, me, and Jasana."
	"I know, but it feels...cowardly, hiding here in the courtyard.  I know about them, I should be out there helping."
	"You're not a part of them anymore," he reminded her.  "You're one of us now."
	"I know, but after what Kravon did to me--" she cut herself short, closing her eyes.  That was still a very raw wound for her.  "I just wish I had him right here.  I'd show him how it feels to be a lab rat!"
	"You may get your chance," Tarrin said absently, seeing that the ki'zadun had finished forming up their lines.  Now, they were just waiting for the sun to rise, so it would put the light of the sun in the faces of their enemies.  Tarrin watched, and he considered what one of them would have to go through to get to him.  The katzh-dashi at the walls, and the combined forces of some four kingdoms, complete with a large number of cannons.  Then they'd have to get past the Centaurs and Selani charged to defend the streets against anything that got past the walls, as well as the other soldiers stationed in the city proper.  And if they got to the Tower fence, they'd find themselves facing the rest of the Sorcerers, the venerated Knights of Karas and the fearsome Vendari dug in behind impressive fortifications.  If that weren't enough, the priests of Karas were also stationed on the Tower grounds, to provide even more magical assistance, and Phandebrass and the handful of Wizards that lived in Suld were also picketed within the monstrous defenses surrounding the Tower.  Priest magic could affect Demons, as it was the power of a god, just as Wizards could affect Demons because their magic originated from outside the world, so they were set in the one place the Demons were guranteed to come.  Phandebrass may act like a scatterbrained old fool, but Tarrin knew fully well how educated the man was, as well as how experienced and skilled he was in his chosen magical profession.  If the other Wizards were as good as him, then they could probably turn back any Demon that managed to reach the Tower.
	All that protection, yet in the face of the countless numbers arrayed against them, Tarrin did not at all feel as confident as he did a few days ago.
	The sun finally managed to peek over the eastern horizon.  Tarrin knew that they'd wait just long enough for the sun's light to cause a problem for their advesaries, and then they'd attack.  He explained that to Jula, who growled in her throat.  "The cowards," she snapped.
	Something was happening.  Tarrin saw it on the corner of the image, and mentally moved it.  He adjusted it to include sound, and the sound that greeted them was a massive, hideous tearing of the earth.  Tarrin watched in mute fascination as a great thing clambered out of the soil of the earth, leaving a massive crater behind, and that fascination turned to utter awe as the thing stood up.  It was absolutely immense!  He could actually see the very top of its head in the distance, towering over the buildings and the city wall.  It had to be a hundred spans tall!  What power had summoned up something so huge?
	When it turned to face the inhuman armies sieging Suld, Tarrin realized what it was.  It was an Earth Elemental, and its size meant that it was a druidic Elemental.  That was Triana's work!
	Goddess!  All this time, Triana had had that kind of power, to summon forth something so absolutely massive that it defied rational explantion?  And he'd never known!
	"What is that?" Jula gasped, making Miranda leave Jasana's side and come over to look.
	"It's an Earth Elemental, a Druidic one," Tarrin replied.  "Triana summoned that thing up.  It should take a big bite out of Kravon's army."
	"Then we're right on schedule," Miranda mused.
	"You know the plan, don't you, Miranda?" Tarrin asked.
	"Of course I do," she said with a cheeky grin.  "It's easy to miss me, you know.  I don't think they even realized I was there.  And if they did, they certainly didn't think I was paying attention."
	"I've been standing here mulling all that over, and all I had to do was ask you," he said in disgust.
	"I can't help it if you forget things like that," she teased.
	"It's been a while since I've seen you, Miranda," he said defensively.  "Given your attributes, it's easy to forget how smart you are."
	Miranda gave him a beaming smile.  "It's not often a girl gets complimented on her mind and her cleavage in the same breath.  I feel honored."
	"Save it and tell us what's going on," Jula said impatiently.
	"Well, we all know that this is a battle of magic," she told them, pointing to the image in his magical disc.  "Triana's sending that thing out first, because only the Demons can do anything about it, since its sheer size makes most magic useless against it.  That keeps them pinned with the army.  As soon as it starts stomping on the enemy, Shiika is supposed to summon the Demons that hate the Demons on their side, and hope that they'll get in the first shot while the Demons are trying to slow down Triana's little surprise."  She tossed her hair back over her shoulder.  "With any luck, they'll keep the Demons too busy to break down the walls, and that'll force the ki'zadun to attempt an assault to compromise the wall."
	They watched through the magical viewing disc as the Elemental lumbered across the empty no-man's land between the walls and the amassed army, but the Demons did not move to attack the great hulking monstrosity.  They all suddenly rushed forward in a single wave, a terrifying howling mass of anticipation, going right by the Elemental.
	"Oh dear, Darvon was afraid that might happen," Miranda said soberly.  "It's a good thing he planned for this possibility.  Shiika should be conjuring up the Demons working on our side about now."  She chuckled humorlessly.  "I never thought I'd say that."
	"It's like the Blood War all over again," Jula said nervously.  "Demons fighting on native soil, but this time, they're going to be fighting one another."
	In a great shower of sparks and smoke, Demons began to appear outside the city walls of Suld.  They were of the same basic types as the Demons charging towards them, and there were very nearly as many facing them as there were charging forward.  Tarrin immediately had a very bad feeling about this.  He trusted Shiika, at least after a fashion, but he wasn't sure about this.  For a long moment, it hung there as to what the summoned Demons were going to do, until they too surged forward in hideous cries of hatred, seeking out that particular Demon they had been summoned to destroy.
	They clashed on the fallow farmland outside the city, and it was horrendous enough for them to hear it in the courtyard.  Screaming, shrieking, howling monsters attacked one another with claws and fangs, fists and pincers, not even trying to battle with magic.  Tarrin found himself repulsed by the scene as the creatures tore into one another with absolute wild abandon, knowing that even if they were destroyed, it would do nothing but send their spirits back to the Abyss unharmed.  Black blood flew, even as bits of putrid flesh and even entire limbs were torn from Demons, to disintegrate into that horrid black ichor that burned and melted into the ground.  For long moments it went on like that, until ki'zadun Wizards stepped up and began attacking the opposing Demons with magic.  Wizard magic could affect Demons, as it was what was used to bring them to their dimension to begin with, and with their help, the ki'zadun's Demons began turning the short, ugly battle in their favor.
	"Damn," Miranda muttered.  "Phandebrass said that would happen, but they didn't want to listen to him.  I told them to put a few Wizards at the wall."
	"Now what?" Tarrin asked.
	"Now the walls brace for the Demons," she replied.  "They'll tear a hole in the wall and enter the city.  Our troops have been told to let them go by without attacking them, and then prepare to meet the assault of the troops that will come in behind them.  The Demons are going to come straight here, and this is where the Wizards will attack them."
	But things didn't quite happen that way at first.  In a sudden withering storm of projectiles, many of the Wizards attacking the Demons were felled by arrows.  Tarrin looked up from the disc, since they had come from above, and he saw the Aeradalla.  They were very, very high over the battlefield, well out of range of any magic or missle, so high up that the winged creatures on the other side would have to climb for a long time to reach them.  They were firing down on the Wizards, using their superior vision and their outstanding skill and knowledge of firing their crossbows at extreme distances.  They had probably been circling up there in the darkness before sunrise, at least a longspan over the battlefield, waiting for their opportunity to attack.  The Aeradalla had taken their shot, and now they all turned and dove back over the city wall as winged creatures simply appeared just behind where they had been--the winged Demons--and then dove to give chase.  Tarrin realized for a moment that there was nothing to stop those flying Demons from reaching the Tower--
	--and then they began to fall from the sky.
	Tarrin used the viewing disc to get a view of it.  Shiika and her Cambisi had appeared in the midst of the flying Demons, those vulture ones and the ones with the horrid tusks, and they assaulted them with what looked like long spears.  They had appeared out of thin air within striking distance, then they drove the spears into the backs or sides of the Demons, and then vanished to attack the next.  The Demons suddenly scattered in every direction, some of them vanishing just as they had appeared, but thos