Jerakea had seen these creatures before during the wars, and was glad he wasn't the only one who knew how to beat them. "Much obliged my young friend." Jerakea addressed Farish as he gave a small smirk and opened the Tome he had received from Darakus moments earlier, only to curse under his breath when he realized he would need a different form to cast the spell he wanted. As the others fought off the wraiths, he retreated into the underbrush and began muttering to himself in the demonic tongue as his form changed yet again.<br/><br/>This time he chose to use his true form, as he could cast any and all spells in the Tome he carried that way. As he jumped out of the bushes, he pointed at a wraith and shouted in the Demonic tongue<span style="color: #FF0000">"Lightning of Antyr, cast thine gaze upon mine enemy, and burn them to a crisp!"</span><br/><br/>When he spoke, a huge bolt of lightning hit the nearest Wraith, disintegrating it almost immediately. Darakus recognized the spell, and assumed his father had changed forms again. He had never questioned the Demon Shifter's abilities, and wasn't about to start now. Darakus grabbed his head as yet another surge of pain went through his head. his eyes reverted to the Demonic black lines and he muttered a phrase in the demonic tongue. within seconds the Night Mare closest to him disappeared, dropping it's rider to the ground, then reappeared in pieces in front of Darakus, who began eating the various corpse pieces like an earthen wolf.<br/><br/>Jerakea took notice of this and muttered the phrase he used earlier, reverting Darakus to his prior self mid chew. Darakus began to gag and spit out the Wraith's mount as he had some choice words that even demons considered vulgar. Jerakea sighed. his son hadn't matured at all. "Could you restore my stamina, please? I can't cast spells like that on empty." Jerakea asked Farish, not realizing it was Chizu who did the act in question.