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eyes narrowed on her target. No fear and no hesitation. Several
strands of dark brown hair escaped her ponytail, curling around her
face. She had the stance of a warrior, one used to battle.
    Her right hand touched a ruby stud earring,
the other earrings glittering in the bright sunlight. As she
whispered a quick word, too low for him to hear, a basketball-sized
rainbow fireball appeared in her outstretched left hand. How odd.
He’d never seen rainbow fire before. What kind of mage was she?
    She promptly tossed at the nearest ugly
troll.
    All creatures had an instinctual fear of
fire, including the otherworldly Fae. Trolls had another reason to
fear it besides pain. It cauterized the wound and stopped a troll
from regenerating. Remove the arm of a troll and it would just grow
the limb back. Cut off the head and now there were two trolls. The
head would grow a body while the body grew its head back. Which
could explain why they were so damn dumb.
    Never, under any circumstances, hack a
troll to pieces. Fire was the only weapon against trolls.
    The troll tried to run from the speeding
fireball, tried to dodge it, but he was too slow. Or, more
accurate, the woman had been faster at casting then the troll
expected. Flames burst on the creature’s back, rapidly igniting its
dirty, greasy green hair. Screams of pure terror and pain burst
through the clearing.
    The other Fae moved away from the flaming
troll. No one helped put out the fire.
    In their distraction, Jackson summoned his
lesser imp, Xerix.
    Sulfur clung to him, an unpleasant odor
Jackson learned to ignore. It warred with the honey rot of Fay
causing him to wrinkle his nose in defense. Through sheer strength
of will, he disregarded the horrible stink and instead focused on
his tiny minion.
    The four-foot tall demon was an impressive
sight. Polished black skin gleamed in the brilliant light. Swirls
of smoke seemed to move beneath its skin, mesmerizing its target.
Tiny white spikes protected its spine while two razor-sharp horns
extended from its forehead. Bright red pupil-less eyes shone with
malevolence and evil glee as it cackled over the flaming troll’s
plight.
    A small diamond inset on a thin gold band
bound the creature's essence. A few years back, Jackson had
confiscated it from a demon before he’d banished it back to its
plane of existence. He figured the demon wouldn’t need it anymore.
Although why a demon would need a bound imp in the first place was
beyond him.
    Not very powerful, lesser imps could still
cause destruction and chaos, as well as a much needed distraction
which would come in handy right about now.
    Mental commands were a main component of
summoning training. While more efficient to connect to the mind of
a demon, many forgot the high price they paid. Nasty, violent
creatures, they thought of gore, torture and death. Bombarded with
these images sometimes caused weaker summoners to go insane,
babbling about horrendous deeds.
    Through painstaking care and years of
practice, Jackson learned to ignore Xerix's voice. Demons loved
power plays and mind games. By blocking the evil minion's voice,
he'd proved his dominance over Xerix. Now, he followed orders and
only on rare occasions tried to undermine Jackson.
    An added bonus to speaking to the imp's mind,
as his master, he stayed hidden. With no summoning circle or ritual
outing him as the caster, Jackson's odds of surviving were a little
higher.
    He directed the imp to attack Seraphina. The
one in command, she was the most dangerous.
    As soon as Xerix streaked across the field
towards the Fae, Jackson reached into his pocket for a small piece
of string. His fingers moved swiftly and confidently, tying the
rope into a noose. The familiar buildup of energy, a pressure at
the base of his skull had him smiling. Casting magic was almost
sexual in nature for him. The buildup, the body tingle and then the
release.
    Strong, almost overwhelming, the urge to
discharge the energy consumed