To the Rescue

“I ain't sure about this, man,” Trever said. He and Sergen were creeping up along-side the building now. There wasn't a single sound but the faint whisper of wind in the trees.

“Well,” Sergen said. “You better get sure. In about thirty seconds we're goin' through that door and all hell's gonna break loose.” Sergen sounded confident, but he was running his fingernails up and down the grooves of his wand, just like he always had before a big test. Acing demon banishment in a classroom was a way different thing than doing it here.

“The procs are gonna be real mad,” Trever said. “Sure we shouldn't just wait for them?” He was trying to suppress his own nervous habit. Several times he'd had to stop himself from tapping the base of his staff against the wall. The brick was thick, but there was no telling how sensitive the demons' hearing was.

“You heard the screams,” Sergen replied. “Clear as I did. Ain't no time to wait for the procs. It'll go just like I said. You go in, scatter the bag. That'll distract 'em enough. Nobody's faster than me at the incantation. Trust me. I've taken down three at once before.”

Trever nodded. They were right by the door, now. An old, rusted side-access door that looked like it hadn't been opened in decades. They couldn't afford the noise of breaking it open. Surprise was key. Instead, Trever risked a minor cantrip to snap open the lock and swing the door ajar.

There was no response from inside. Both of them released the breaths they hadn't realized they were holding.

Ready​? Trever mouthed. 1... 2...

He swung the door open and tossed the bag of salt and iron through. High-pitched shrieks responded from inside. All hell, ready and waiting.