Vinea tugged at the reins of his mount and the hellish unicorn charged at Sitri. The Nephilim too summoned his gray stallion with a snap of his fingers and quickly climbed into its saddle.
"Let's ride!" Sitri patted the stallion on its side and spurred it forward. The gray horse wasn't built for battle, but it was fast. It moved like the wind, leaving behind a trail of cold white fog which obscured the pursuer's vision.
Though Sitri was now hidden from sight, Vinea didn't give up. He charged straight through the dense fog. As the infernal unicorn cut across the field, it set the crops on fire. Sitri was riding as hard as he could, but Vinea was slowly beginning to gain on him. In order to slow the demon down, Sitri conjured a wall of ice behind him, but instead of stopping, the flaming
