The law of armes , to strike foe undefide

That meant her captor was either an incantor—no other demonic breed possessed and wielded magick—or a practitioner. Her inner demon wasn't afraid.

Perhaps a dozen in all, some that had been there since the Ark, these occupied by crusty old farts and less frequently crusty old fartettes with a taste for wilderness and solitude, not necessarily in that order and not always both.

For where he turned his sword, or twined his steed, He slew, or man and beast on earth down laid,