Sorian immediately perked up to the call from his comrade at arms. Loyalty was no issue; when it mattered, he was there. While there were those he did not trust and did not wish to, there was no issue with his once worthy opponent of the Citadel. Sorian launched into a swift march, each step filled with a determination to reach his ally in time. He almost lost his footing as he stumbled over the loose stones of the path. A brief touch of his hand on the floor to stop the tumble, he did not falter and arose to his feet with purpose.

“Arrrrrrr!” Sorian roared through his teeth like a beast as he charged up behind the closest of the demons. It was enough to grab the demon’s attention as it caught a glimpse of his threatening lunge from behind. The creature lashed out with its grotty arm and claws. Sorian almost crashed into it as his weight came forward - the connection knocking them both off their feet as they fell into a cloud of up-turned dust.

Sorian’s blade escaped his hand as he landed with a thud. A brief moment of daze hit his eyes as he stared up into the sky. He rubbed his eyes, coughed and gave a quick shake of the head. His sword lay just an arms length from him as the demon began to stand.

Frog-leaping across the floor, Sorian gripped his sword as the demon attacked, the first attack tearing up the floor behind his head. Sorian elbowed backwards into its face, the blood smearing into his robe as its nose buckled. Then it’s second hand grabbed his sword hand as if to fight for the weapon itself. Sorian rolled and pulled the blade away desperately, the resulting scramble quickly lifting the demon over him, pinning him to the ground.

Sorian felt the pressure of the demon. It twisted his arm and aimed the blade towards him, its muscles bulging in power against his old tired arms. Unfamiliar with his situation, Sorian felt his mind panic at the slow push of his own sword towards him. The beast pushed now with both hands.

Swiftly kicking between the legs Sorian aimed for the groin. Yet as the blow landed, the demon did not squeal.

No balls?!?!

“WATCH YOURSELVES!” Storm’s voice called out with great haste.

In that very moment the air filled with an electric energy. Sorian’s hair stood on end as he felt the air pulse with power, and the ground shook with a rush of wind as Storm’s magical energy continued its destruction.

As if to energize Sorian, he pushed his blade to one side, letting it stab with the demons weight into the floor. Then, while off balance, Sorian pushed his boots into the gut of the demon with all his might. The battled-for blade now a hinge with which to help flip the demon over Sorian and onto its back.

Reaching down to his belt Sorian grabbed his dagger, then while still laying upon his own back he thrust the small blade into the demon’s forehead. Again he stabbed in desperation, again and again and again.

Elite, distracted by Sorian’s predicament, had paused while they scrambled in the dirt. Unclear if this was a moment where he needed to intervene, a sigh of relief escaped him as Sorian dealt the winning blow.

Turning to look at Storm, a smoking pair of feet stood paced out in front of him and his hands still sparked with blue and white snaps of electrical power.

Heh, obliterated… eh… duck you idiot! Following Elite’s snicker was the sudden realization that the third demon now approached at Storm’s rear. Turning his cleaver upside down Elite with haist postured into a throwing position. Reacting instead of shouting Elite threw the cleaver like a spear, not designed for such use it looked somewhat clumsy and tilted as it traveled through the electric sparking air of Storm’s attack. Lodging itself with a meatly thud the cleaver protruded from front to back, stopping the demon in its tracks. Hahaha, that was excellent!

Rising to his feet in another moment of calm, Sorian recovered his sword and wiped the dark demonic blood off the dagger before belting it once again. He looked around, noticing Elite’s air fist bump and then in the background the others. He knew they needed to get together quickly as being separated with so many enemies was not wise.

Sorian coughed and cleared his throat as Elite recovered his sword from the corpse. “Being this far apart is not tactically sound. I highly suggest we remain together.”

Yet even as Sorian spoke those words he could see Cazri pointing back into town. The Dark Elf was directing some orders, seemingly sending them back towards the docks, but at this distance it was impossible to hear her, or read her lips.