A lone demon stood, trembling in front of the two women who had felled his comrades. But his eye wasn't looking it them. Rather, between them, fearful of something behind them. But if they turned around, all that would be visible would be a rocky cliff face, and the area they had come from.
Then the chanting started.
"Khrouse. Khrouse. Khrouse. Khrouse." A heavy, thundering footstep shook the ground, and the demon staring directly at Khrouse bolted, hiding in the sea of his comrades watching as the footsteps got louder and louder.
It stopped, and the demons were silent for a moment, waiting for a moment that was so uncertain that it wasn't even possible to bear the thought of what was about to happen.
Then the rocky cliff face literally blew apart, the wall of the cave crumbling under the force of the huge demon behind it.
When the dust settled, it revealed a huge demon, with red, leathery skin covering his body, two bright yellow eyes, wielding a giant, flaming greatsword, which it was forced to hold with two hands. It stood about three times the size of a normal man.
It roared, literally sending the horde of demons running in the opposite direction.
"Mortal.... Bloooooood......"