Winter threw back her own battle cry at the creature. She huffed feeling the force of the creatures blows. She would have bruises, but at least nothing broke skin. She couldn't be sure she wouldn't start oozing that black stuff if that happened. But she did have to go on the defensive, parrying and blocking and flipping out of the way.

This wasn't good. She had no time to make glyphs and the last time she tried to summon it had gone poorly. Something about Deerington undermined that ability. She didn't notice Neo's movements. She was focused on her more immediate threat. She hadn't missed that focusing on that growing core seemed to trigger the demon's rage even more.