The Hellstaff in her hand became a smear of crimson light, spinning, thrusting, cleaving. She cracked it down on the skull of a leaping hound and the body erupted, every bone in its frame shattering simultaneously and blasting outward in a porcupine spray.
She swung the staff in a backhand arc and the head of a humanoid Demon separated from its shoulders, flew twenty feet, and was caught mid-air by a bug Demon who crunched it like a fruit.
SQUASHHH!
A Purgatory Demon lunged at her right side and her wing folded, then snapped open like a trap, the edge slicing it from groin to crown in a single motion. Another came from behind and her wing simply reversed its beat.
The bony struts punched through its chest and lifted it off the ground before she flung it away with a casual flex.
She flew. Even surrounded, even with bodies pressing in from every direction, she flew. Her path was a blur, and anything in that blur became ribbons.
