Grim saw them leave but he was surrounded by orcs as they left, so he fought for his life, throwing axes at point blank range at lightning speed and swinging at ones that got too close, they all truned and ran evntually.
"thats right ye bastards, get oot of heer!" grim turned aroud and saw what they ran from, a demon.
"ah crap!" grim said thne he ran as fast his little legs could, he got on Lightning, his ram's name and galloped away as fast it could take him, he rode after his friends who had to leave to save a greater city.