Storm took a stance, his eyes closed into slits as he stared at the demon. There was a slight trembling in his hands, but he did his best to mask it and make sure that it didn't show.
"We are the heroes, born of the celestials, the ones that stand against you demons," Storm declared.
"Ohhh? It finally makes sense," the demon said and removed his sword from the ground. A long, web-like crack formed as the demon pulled out his sword.
Storm didn't want to wait for this demon to make the first move. "Heroes, let's take this demon down!" he yelled and charged in.
His speed was teleport-like, his movements were straight yet held an amount of uncertainty in them. He rushed in with his sword at his side, then leaped into the air, raising the sword up. The clouds roared and raged in that instant, and a massive bolt of lightning fell from the sky and hit the sword.