As the battle raged on, the armies on both sides converged into a heated battle, metal on metal, angels against fallen angels. Demons swatting humans like flies, gutting them with swords or teeth or claws. Every direction had the battle to be won.
“Luke!” Father Neil shouted.
“Yes, Father Neil,” Luke replied.
“Look there,” Father Neil said, pointing to the head of the demon Bardarak with his four muscled arms and strong, chiselled black legs, which seemed to be made of iron.
“Oh, yes, I see the giant,” Luke replied. “What are we going to do with that one?”
“We need to avoid his hammer and the sword he has. If we can cut him down, then the other demons will run,” Father Neil replied.
Luke raised his eyebrow and, with a bewildered look on his face, replied, “Easier said than done.”
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