"It will be difficult," he said. "the prayer cover is limited."
"You don't have to defeat them," answered Tal "just get them to chase after you. We need the alley clear for just a few moments."
They waited. The air in the alley was still and dank. The demons moved very little, remaining at their posts, mumbling back and forth in different languages, their sulfurous breath forming a strange, meandering ribbon of yellow vapor that hung along the alley like a putrid river in midair. Tal and Guilo could feel themselves getting more and more tense, like ever tightening springs, with each passing second....
--from pg 176 This Present Darkness by Frank E. Perreti