​     Nacy flew up over Silveria's head. Gramps had a weapon that literally fit his hands like a glove. It fired impulse beams strong enough to blast a hole through a brick wall. He fired a blast in Silveria's direction. It caught her in the small of the back. 

     "Hey!" 

     Silveria raised her arms, and flaming Silveria-looking demons flew from her fingertips, then grew until they were the size of everyone else fighting up there above the clouds. Four of them. Two went after Brock. They came at him from both his left and right side. The other two went at Nacy. Shawnacy evaded them easily with her masterful flying ability, but, still, they were proving to be very persistent demons. Brock spun away from both of his, and as he did he shot a couple of blasts their way. One blast missed. The other one caught a demon in the butt. It responded with a wail that sounded like a cross between a police siren and a baby's cry. 

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