<span style="color: #00BF00">Sabin's steady pace was suddenly interrupted as he was nearing the focus of the demonic energy. The ground shook, and he stumbled, his vision pointed downwards for a moment. <br/><br/>An almost unnoticable drop of blood was dangling precariously on the tip of a piece of grass. The cells in the fleck of blood were alive for the moment, meaning whoever had been injured, their wound was fresh. Kneeling down, he examined it closely, " . . . not human . . ." he whispered to himself as another small tremor shook the drop apart.<br/><br/><br/>The demonic aura was close now, even the earth seemed to feel it, offended by the creature's presence. Perhaps this demon would know something of Enkrath, anything to aid him in his search that had gods baffled.<br/><br/>Turning his attention upward he witnessed the three-headed being, perhaps a relative of Cerberus or Chimera--a pet of the gods for it bore their symbols. He could sense its power, trifling with this beast would require a prudent balance of distraction and damage.<br/><br/>His planning was interrupted as the wave of flames struck the forest around him . . . but not aimed at Sabin directly it seemed. Sabin lowered his hood and began to chant, carving runes and effigies of dark mana to his command, calling for the chillness of undeath to defend him from the heat.<br/><br/>As he finished the spell, transparent faces lurking between the darkness and light rushed to his side, whispering and wailing--changing the fire near the necromancer to an ethereal greenish-grey.<br/><br/>With this defense set, Sabin focused on the life-forms near him. He felt four, one from the demon and three that he did not recognize at all. Wether they were hostile toward him he would have to determine later, for now, this demon alone seemed to be the most apparent threat.<br/><br/>Focusing deeply now he whispered in the spidery tongue of dark magic once again, dictating to his book.<br/><br/>The tome of flesh screeched as it followed the commands, and opened its mouth wide. Three undead creatures crawled out of the maw, chomping and jittering--looking to Sabin for guidance.<br/><br/>Seeing as the three he called were present, he gave them their commands--which they were only too eager to follow. They wriggled away on all fours toward the three-headed demon, their sightless eyes sensing the life-force. Fearlessly they rushed through the spectral flames, which were harmless to the undead, and leaped at the demon, diseased mouths opened wide--their sharp teeth and claws capable of causing severe sickness.<br/><br/>If they succeeded in landing on the demon they were to claw it as much as they were capable for five seconds, then retreat back to their master. They would serve as the distraction.<br/><br/>Sabin had already begun chanting again as his creations left, preparing a very long and complicated curse.</span>