Finn stood slumped over the tripped demon, staring ahead at something so absurd it broke his brain a little.
Wizards were flying and flailing, blue beams zapping in every direction like a magical laser tag arena. Demons were barreling into them with bloodthirsty grunts, fists swinging and horns gleaming.
Celemothy, the giant flying chicken, lay face-down in the rubble like it had seen God and regretted it.
"Aghh, you'll pay for tha—"
Slam.
The same blue demon tried to rise, but Finn tripped him again without a word, planting his foot firmly on the back of the demon's skull like he was asserting dominance over a wet mop.
Finn slapped his cheeks with both hands, then dragged his palms down his face like a war-weary anime protagonist. "Let's do this," he muttered.
Just before taking off, he stomped the demon's head.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
For extra precaution.
Then he sprinted straight into the chaos.
