Balaes
Kai and Adrian both drew their swords and parried the attacks of a pair of skamps that lunged at them, Adrian seeming to wince a little as he extended his arm. Ivellios grabbed his spear and moved in support of Adrian, the three warriors holding the two creatures in check as they darted about.
It seemed to Balaes that, like him, they were strengthened, or at least quickened, by their proximity to the threads of darkness from which they had originally evolved.
He skirted the fight, seeing that the final skamp was still attacking Salvian's soldier. It was going at him tooth and claw, with apparently no heed for its own safety. Salvian's man was beating a hasty retreat, staggering backwards as his sword slashed back at the demon, trying to hold it back. Blood seeped through many cuts in his armour, but the cause of the stumbling was one particularly harsh gash in his leg.
The soldier tripped just as Balaes finished edging around the warriors and their own targets, drawing his wand out of his sleeve again in much the same manner that his old mentor on the streets would have drawn a knife. His eyes were narrow with determination, it would take all his focus to stop himself from succumbing to the poisonous lure of the dark magic manifest in this realm.
Salvian's man hit the ground, his sword clattering away as the skamp hopped onto his chest with a cackle. It raised its already bloodstained claws to deliver the death-blow, its teeth bared.
Balaes released a tight stream of darkness from his wand, concentrating more on his own mind than on killing the skamp. Hence, all he managed to do was blast the demon off the soldier's chest. It screamed in mingled pain and anger, chattering wildly. The small, but deadly skamp beat at its fur, with smouldered with tendrils of black magic.
Balaes felt a wild surge of power through him, his eyes widening slightly and his pupils dilating. He licked his lips, Such power...such unrestrained power! I could rule the world with this kind of magic! He mentally slapped himself awake. No! I will not give in!
The skamp was charging again, this time towards him. Balaes took a step backwards, shocked. He had nothing, no real weapon to defend himself with. He grabbed a pair of rocks in his free hand, shifting his wand to his left before throwing both rocks, one after the other. The first missed, sailing well-clear of the skamp. A moment before the second missed as well, Balaes sent another carefully controlled bolt to the side of the rock. Unlike simply throwing something at the demon, he could aim his magic to perfection, and struck the rock just right.
It gave off a dark glow, spinning off its original trajectory to slam into the skamp's side, sending it sprawling again. Balaes gasped in pain. The augmented side-effects of the use of dark magic in this place were starting to set in. He had to conserve himself.
