The man glared at him and then yelled directly at the man next to him. 'Kill them! Quickly!'

'No.' No. Trevor was going to make sure this guy had to fight for himself. He was nothing but a blustering bully. 'Just you and me.' He narrowed his eyes. 'Come on. You're very big at telling other people what to do. Getting the good people of Gresit to commit murder for you. Let's see how you do on your own.'

As he'd been speaking, the people around the priest started to back off, uncertainty on their faces. He wouldn't say he'd stopped them long enough to have them calm down, but he didn't really care how the effect was achieved. It'd started and now all he had to do was keep pushing them down that path. Sypha moved the fire, clearing the way between Trevor and the priest. 'You and me.' Trevor walked forward and the priest backed off. 'I can see you're carrying a blade. I wonder if the people of the great city of Gresit have ever seen a priest draw a knife before.'

A low murmur went through the crowd. The thug-priest began sweating, and the flames were away from him so it wasn't the heat.

Trevor stopped and put his hand on the handle of his own blade. 'Your long knife. My short sword. Let's go.'

He still didn't move.

'Come on!' Trevor drawled. 'You had no problem beating an old man this morning.'

The courtyard was dead silent.

'Huh?' Trevor asked. 'You had no problem lying to these people, about the Speakers.' He glanced around and was pleased to see they were all glaring at the priest.

'The Speakers brought this upon us!' the priest insisted.

'No, they didn't. You know it. The Speakers stayed here to offer aid.' As he spoke, Trevor was vaguely aware of Sypha jumping down from the rooftop. 'It was your Bishop who brought all this down on us; your Bishop who started it all by killing a defenceless woman!' Behind the priest, he saw the faces of the civilians tighten in angered shock, and he didn't doubt the same was happening all around him, especially with the way the priest nervously backed up, eyes darting about. 'You'd have made murderers out of these people! The only one here who isn't innocent…' Trevor pointed with his short sword. '…is you!'

One of the civilians suddenly ran past. Before the priest knew what happened, the civilian stabbed him. And once one did it, the rest were quick to join in. Trevor resheathed his short sword and planted his hands on his hips to watch as the priest was quickly stabbed to death by the very people he'd been trying to trick into murder. It was nothing less than what he deserved, honestly.

However, Trevor's attention was suddenly pulled by an explosion of fire behind him and he turned quickly. He turned around as the civilians turned and ran, screaming. Sypha was the only exception. She stepped up behind him and said, 'It's them. They're coming!'

Trevor immediately turned, one hand going onto his whip. 'Back to the far side of the square!'

He was pleased to note that no one needed further encouragement. One man who turned to go, Trevor stopped. 'Hey, up front now!'

He turned, clutching his pike. 'What? Why?'

Trevor walked over to him. 'Because I'm the only one who knows how to fight these things. Everyone with a pike or long weapon, get out in front with me.' He grabbed him by the collar and dragged him over. 'Six in front, six behind. Pikes forward! Hold steady!' They did exactly what he told them to. He walked past them. 'I need a priest. One who was properly ordained in a church.'

One was quick to step forward, despite the fear in his eyes.

'Grab some people, go to the well, start drawing water. You know what to do with water, yes? For their dispersion. Go!' The priest and a group of people ran off to the well. He turned his head. 'Sypha?'

'Yes?' She was the only one who didn't look on the verge of shitting herself.

'I want them walled in the square,' Trevor said. 'I want it so they can only come towards us. Is that something you can do?'

'Will ice do?'

'Better than fire, anyway. Let's hope so.' He called out his next instructions. 'I want salt over here! As much as you can find!'

The civilians were quick about bringing both the water and the salt. The salt came first. 'Everyone with a blade, wipe the end with the salt, now!' He was quickly passed the holy water.

Sypha stood next to him as they waited. The fire came to the entrance to the courtyard. The first of the demons emerged, and the others soon followed. There was the distinct feel of terror in the square, but the men held their weapons steady. Trevor narrowed his eyes at them.

'Sypha, walls!'

There was a faint blue glow and the walls flew up. Thick ice walls that trapped the demons inside. One of them reached out to touch the walls but its hand was instantly burned and it screeched in pain. Trevor flung the bucked of water, showering them in the liquid that was like acid to them. The demons screamed and shook as their flesh was burned clear away.

'Well!' Trevor was pleasantly surprised. 'That priest really could make holy water, after all.' He then gave the order. 'Pikemen, four steps forward!' They moved, evidently given a vote of confidence after seeing the effect of the water. As they moved, Trevor looked at the woman next to him. 'Sypha, close the door behind them.' He watched as she pressed her fingertips together and a third ice wall appeared behind the demons, trapping them inside.

One of the demons snarled and charged.

'Rear pikes, up!' Trevor ordered.

The men moved and the demon was skewered. It began to struggle.

'Cut him down!'

A man with a sword charged across and sliced the demon clear in half and finished by chopping his head off.

'Salt kills demons!' Trevor stated. 'Don't forget. Spread the word!' He threw a bucket of water up into the air. As it came down, Sypha froze it to ice and splitered it, shooting holy ice spears into the demons below.

One of the demons roared and spat a fireball out at them. The men broke formation and dived out of the way. Trevor dodged and pulled his whip out. With a flick of his wrist, he cracked the leather at the demon. The end of the whip struck the demon across the middle and it exploded in a burst of fire.

Sypha looked at him in confusion.

'Whip's consecrated,' Trevor said, 'for fighting vampires and demons.' He barked out the next order. 'Swords!' As the men with the swords ran past, Trevor kicked over another bucket of holy water and let it run ahead of them, burning the feet of the demons before they were stabbed by the very men they'd come to kill.

One of the demons hung at the back though, with glowing blue eyes and fangs, and it leapt high into the air at Trevor and Sypha. The two of them richocheted back. It went after Trevor first, obviously seeing that he was the only one who knew what he was doing, and knocked aside the sword he brought up. But it jumped aside as Sypha through a huge chunk of ice at it.

Allowed to recover, Trevor jumped up and snapped his whip across the demon's face, missing by mere millimeters. It then charged again, but Sypha moved in front of him with her hands out and twin blue glows in her palms. Ice spikes shot out of the ground, stopping the demon dead in its tracks and trapping it.

It snarled. 'There's an army of us!' So, obviously, one of the higher-ranking demons that was actually capable of speech when on the mortal plane. 'An army! From hell!'

Trevor whipped its face in half. It exploded in an inferno. Trevor and Sypha were only protected from the flames by Sypha putting up an ice barrier. He looked back at her but, at that moment, the ground beneath their feet decided to give out. They started to run but they weren't fast enough and they plunged down.

Thinking fast, Trevor snapped his whip and used it to pull Sypha to him. As they came together, she flipped them over with a grunt of effort and extended one hand out to slow their descent. They hit the ground and both tumbled. When they finally came to a stop, they took a second. Trevor sat up as Sypha pushed herself up too.

'Catacombs again?' she asked. They got up and started moving. 'I...think we're deeper than I went before.'

They both looked up as large metal contraptions seemed to move on their own. Suddenly two metal things slammed together just behind Trevor, shooting up dust, and then just in front of Sypha throwing up even more dust. He shot forward, grabbed her hand and ran. But then went right over another drop and plummetted again. They hit smooth stone and came to a stop.

After catching his breath, Sypha doing the same right next to him, Trevor stood up and looked over. The ground underneath them inexplicably cracked again. The both of them made leaps off the collapsing floor and Trevor caught himself on one of the rotating circlular contraptions. He looked over and saw Sypha on a similar one.

Trevor hopped down onto the metal bar below. He carefully made his way over to Sypha after she did the same. Then he looked over. There was a beam across the way that looked steady. He lashed his whip to it and pulled it tight. Seeming to know what he was thinking, Sypha climbed down and took a hold of it. She made a worried sound but climbed across before climbing up onto the beam. Trevor then curled the whip around his wrist and swung down to a lower beam.

But then it gave way.

In fact, the whole lot gave way.

'Oh, for God's sake,' Trevor murmured right before climbing up to Sypha while the room seemed to be crumbling around them. They fell, and then hit the ground, falling through yet another hole and landing in rubble.

Trevor sat up and put a hand to his head. Still, they both stood up and got down. There was a well-lit room down the end of the corridor and they headed for that. The room itself had red carpet and marble floors. It looked more like a nobleman's quarters than anything else – except for the great big upraised coffin on the podium. Suddenly Trevor's foot found a lever in the floor and it went down.

Both he and Sypha stopped.

'I didn't do that,' he said.

With a hissing sound, steam was fired out from under the coffin. The lid slid aside and Trevor tensed. It hit the ground next to it with a thud and a male figure with long blond hair floated out in the way that only one kind of creature did. Trevor's hands wrapped around his weapons. If this was supposed to be the "sleeping soldier", then Sypha was in for a disappointment.