"Um..."

"Stone," Rohan said, pinching the bridge of his nose. "How they react to external threat."

"Like Drio's axe is party time for them?"

"It's iron. It renders them incapable of-" He jabbed a finger at the demon. "That."

Talk about stone-cold killer. Drio's ax now did nothing on the demon, who had, in his rage, seized Drio by the shoulder with his remaining pincer, grinding his long claws into Drio's flesh.

I flinched at the loud snap of ...