Chapter 427: Scouting Mission
When Rainier wasn’t being ordered about, he trained.
Something about the way his godflesh had been warped during his escape from Heaven made him stronger than he had been, and even now a couple of weeks after the event, he found himself surprised by it.
Today’s case in point was proved when his greatsword snapped in two.
He’d been fighting with a brutishly huge demon when it happened, and as a result, he wound up accidentally impaling the demon he was sparring with in the shoulder.
"Gragh!" the demon roared as Rainier dropped his sword to help.
"Shit!" Rainier pulsed his wings trying to get to the giant demon’s shoulder, only to find himself punched so hard he collided with the wall, evincing laughter from the demons who had gathered to watch.
Before Rainier could rise, the demon pointed his own glaive at Rainier’s chest. "Surrender?"
"I yield," Rainier sighed.
"Good. Make sure a fight is over before you go helping your enemies," the demon chuckled. His name was Svarzgard and from everything Rain could tell he liked to beat his opponents into submission before telling them what they did wrong.
"I’ll keep that in mind," Rain replied as Svarzgard called for a healer and plucked the sword from his shoulder with a gush of crimson blood. The healer turned out to be an elven woman, who wore a living branch in her crimson hairbun that indicated she was of a druidic persuasion.
Though demons did heal faster than myriadfolk, healers were especially rare amongst their kind.