“You, with the wings,” the captain said, nodding to Seymour in case the half-breed angel was unsure who he was addressing. “Our wards will only signal us once the demons enter into a mile radius of our location. We could use someone to scout the area and hopefully give us more of a warning.”
“Bringing us back to the aforementioned wings,” Seymour finished for him, looking up at the sky. “Good thing few demons can fly.”
“Neither can most humans,” Orrell said, shooting the other man a pointed look. “I’m not going to ask what kind of misfired experiment you are if you put those feathery appendages to good use and cover us from the air.”