"Oh, good evening!" Anant chirped merrily, twisting quickly to smash a brutal backhand against a lunging Baihu's jaw. The poor beast went flying several metres, kicking up a flurry of snow, and Anant curled the claws of their gauntlets, little hisses of steam spluttering at the knuckles where it connected with the demon.

They were a lot more durable than mere wolves. Anant could feel the magic recoil go straight to their head.

It was Fun.

Anant watched the rest of the Baihu pack circle them, flexing their claws and causing little sparks to flare up where they scraped against one another.

"I am playing with the demon populace. I need to exercise, and I found these willing playmates."