I thought water melted the bad guys

Another man dressed in all white, complete with a long white braided beard, stepped up. “Bow before Throm.”

“Nah,” said Sun-hop. “You gonna do anything about that demon climbing your temple?”

The bearded priest began chanting, seemingly speaking simultaneously with two different voices. The rain became hail. The wind became a gale. Still, Stylus climbed hand over hook, reaching the top of the church.

“Ok. So now the demon is on the top. Can you turn off the storm faucet and let us smash him? I don’t think making him wet had much impact.”

The priest fell silent, tucked his hands in his long white sleeves, put his arms across his chest, and stepped out of the way. “The choice is yours.”

“Thanks, I guess,” Sun-hop said and began clambering up the wall with his stone fists. Poople and Quill followed close behind.