My heart was racing. The man in front of me had a devilish gleam in his eyes. They were bright red. I knew it could only mean one thing. He was possessed. But that wasn't the thing that scared me. It was the rusty blade he was holding. I could tell he wasn't trained by the way he swung it.
I leaned back as he swung for my neck. I stood back up and kicked him in the gut. He yelled in rage and charged. He swung numerous times, and I dodged them every time. I nailed a kick to his groin, and he fell, gasping for breath.
I closed my eyes, held out my hands, and started chanting. ἐκβάλλω δαιμονίζομαι λείπω μένω μηκέτι. (I cast you out. Demon. Stay no longer.) I could feel my eyes glowing. The man gasped heavily, and a black cloud came out of his open lips.
"Leave. And never return to this body." The cloud sparked, but it blew away in a gust of wind. I shook my head, clearing my thoughts. The man stirred, and I bolted into woods around us. I looked back to see if anyone was following me, and knocked into something. I fell back on the leaves, getting the wind knocked out of me. My vision tunneled and a black figure loomed over me.
I moved my legs and tripped him, standing up over him. I put my foot on his chest. "Who are you?" I demanded. He coughed.
"Dude. I'm just patrolling the area. No need to beat me up. I'm James." He said, pushing my foot off.
"Sorry." I said. "Just ran into a demon. I guess I'm a bit on edge."
He stood up and brushed himself off. "Demon? You actually saw one? Are you okay?" He asked.
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine. I deal with those guys all the time. I mean, I have to to survive. You've never seen a demon?" I asked, suddenly suspicious.
"Uh, once. And it almost killed my friend. We barely made it back to camp in time to get away."
"Oh. Uh, what's this camp you were talking about?"
He cocked his head. "You mean you've never been?"
"Uh, no. And are you gonna answer my question?"
"Sorry. How about I just take you there." He said.