Gayle looked wildly around him. "I am not going anywhere with you all!" he barked at them. "Send me back to my place!" He was done with so much deceit. The deception was now tearing his soul and he was lusting for blood, for war. His eyes read every demon who was flying in the air. Their horns had straightened, fangs had sharpened and their eyes were amber red. In the next few seconds, he leapt high in the air, kicked the demon right in front of him in his ribcage, twirled and held horns of the demon next to him. With all his brute strength, he used his horns to swirl him around in a circle.
Despite the fact that the demon was flapping his wings with full force to go against him, Gayle was too strong for him. Gayle continued to circle with him. Other demons flew back. In frustration Gayle left the horns of the demon and he hurled in the air only to drop several feet away. Gayle bared his fangs to threaten them to come any near.
