Magnus felt himself being pushed, and not a moment too soon. Atisha's entanglement spell luckily hadn't got him stuck, and Ardur's fire sent a wave of magical destruction over the hellbeast and the men around it. The enemy numbers were dropping fast, and once Soran had hit the floor, the robed apostle who had been controlling the demon was sent into a panic. He turned and bolted away, hoping that if he could at least escape, he could bring more reinforcements later on.<br/><br/>Flames born of mana were evidently more effective on the demon than the ones that came from its own body. As fire washed over it, the foul beast let out an otherwordly howl of pain. It sounded almost like a group of wolves, howling and yelping in pain at the same time. The sound was unnerving, and sent a chill down Magnus' spine despite the heat in front of him. He covered his eyes for a moment to shield himself from the sudden brightness of the fire, and when he lowered his arm, he was met with the sight of the demon leaping from the fire.<br/><br/>Its fur gone and its skin covered in boils and melting fat, the creature gave a furious snarl as it leaped out of the fire. It impacted Magnus, who was pushed against the wall of the shop, and locked its jaws around his right arm. The steel vambrace he wore kept him safe, but the repeated shoves against the building were hurting. He couldn't swing his hammer properly, and the few strikes he gave the demon's sides did little more than agitate it. The demon let go of his arm for a moment only to bite again, its teeth puncturing the metal.<br/><br/>Acting on reflex, Magnus let go of his hammer's pole, only to catch it right beneath the head. He turned it over, aiming the spike that topped the weapon downward, and thrust it deep into the hellhound's eye. It screeched and backed away, the weapon sticking out of its head. Roars of pain and agitation filled the air as it moved in circles, pawing at the handle of the weapon that was blinding it.<br/><br/>With a grunt, Magnus grabbed the hammer and tore it from the beast's skull, turning it over so the beak on the reverse side was facing up. He swung the weapon into the hellhound's bottom jaw, and taking advantage of the melting flesh caused by Ardur's fire, tore the weapon forward. The hound's lower jaw came off, causing a spray of black, bubbling blood to come from what remained of its mouth. The beast was utterly enraged, but had a major weapon removed. It seemed to realize this, and instead of attempting another physical attack, it readied a volley of hellfire to spray at the building.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>The pterodactyl accompanying Vasma, named Varxa, could not really give an accurate response. She simply clacked her beak a few times in acknowledgement, and sat lower to the ground to allow for easier petting. The reptile seemed quite comfortable, and would be content to simply lounge around for the day if they were given the opportunity. However, at least one of their more competent companions decided to return to the scene.<br/><br/>Tarkus emerged from a shop, ducking to avoid smashing his head against the doorframe. It wasn't so much out of concern for his head as it was for the shop's structural integrity. He held a large (for a Teryn) barrel under his arm, filled with a wide variety of goodies. Preserved food and packaged water, mostly, along with a stack of firewood to burn or carve. Decent travel supplies, really. After giving the crowd ahead of him a quick scan, he spotted Vasma and headed over, carefully setting down the barrel next to the bench. He couldn't sit on it, given it was made of weak wood for puny humans, so he settled for the floor.<br/><br/>"Have the others actually gotten anything done yet?" He asked gruffly. His time spent with the group had not been long, but he had come to associate Erik with a lack of progress and a great deal of annoyance. Still, he was a source of money, so the atrocious plucking at the lute was worth suffering through so they wouldn't go completely broke. Plus, he got to buy as much pre-cut wood as he desired, as long as the excuse that it was for campfires didn't wear down. Considering the Teryn boy's awareness of the world around him, he was confident that it would manage to last for a good bit.<br/><br/>The party's other members were...somewhere, doing productive things. One of them, at least. Kamon was conversing with a merchant at a stall, this one an alchemist and potion dealer. They were another korris, so the conversation they held mostly consisted of uncomfortable shrieking and loud clicking noises. Aside from a few looks they got from other travelers, nobody really paid mind to it. People in Weibou had gotten used to very strange things, and a pair of giant insects screaming was just another daily sight.<br/><br/>Despite the rather horrific noises they were making, their discussion was actually very civil and productive. Kamon handed over a small parcel of coins, and was given a box of potions in return. The deal was set by a generic korris show of civility, a touch of the knuckles from a main arm. It was their rough equivalent to a handshake. With his work done, he headed back towards the others. Varxa acted as a good waypoint. A 15 foot tall lizard with wings was hard to miss.<br/><br/>The last party member, Brom, was currently enjoying a swim in the fountain Erik was sitting on. The poor cat wasn't built for heat, so he happily averted stereotypes by submerging himself in cool water whenever possible. He also likely unintentionally poisoned the water supply for a good few members of the city's community, but he didn't care. Cats didn't care about anything. When he heard speaking above the water, followed by a musical abortion, he trotted along the bottom of the fountain and popped out behind Erik, resting his terrifyingly massive forepaws on either side of the bard's seat. He purred lightly at the sound, though due to his size, it sounded less like a pleasant humming and more like the engine of a motorized saw.