One of the demons' roars of rage changed to roars of pain as it was hit by bolts, either one blasting a gouge out of its chest. The demon stumbled, falling behind the others a bit and bleeding some kind of grayish blood.

And then they reached the heroic spirits, and anything resembling strategy went out the window, replaced by instinct and trained reactions. The demons are far faster than their large size would suggest, snapping at limbs with lightning fast speed.