"Knives are better for single targets," he replies, bringing the butt of his spear down onto an unfortunate cultist's head and following it up with a swift and fatal introduction to the sharp end of his weapon. "But I was trained with a spear, before I had a reason to use knives. It's the weapon I'm comfortable with for large-scale battles such as these."

His instincts warn him before he registers it - something moving through the smoke ahead, blending with it. Something so much larger and more dangerous that there are daemons hurrying out of the way rather than deal with it.

"That's not promising," he says, after a moment.