Sain nearly reached the Shade, when he was struck in the side by a shadow bolt, causing him to veer to the left and flail his wings wildly trying to regain control of his rush, yet was unable to and slammed into a tree that had fallen. Above his ice demon was now sitting on the Incendiary Demon, pounding it on the chest, its hollow head now void of flame long ago, the fire quelled by Jakkar's unmelting ice. Even though his opponent had died, the ice demon continued to pound on it, roaring loudly.<br/><br/>Sain picked himself up off the ground, blood now dripping down his face. He watched as his Demon finally smashed the chest and head of the massive demon he was pounding on, it's body crumbling beneath it. It roared loudly once more and Sain knew all to well what it would mean. It's attention was turned to the rear, Sain followed it's gaze to see the group struggling with the Shade. It made one step and Sain's hand shot out, dark shackles shot out of a quickly opening portal beneath it to bind it's hands and feet. It roared as it struggled to continue it's rampage as it slowly sank beneath the ground, then once it had been returned to the Demon realm, Sain collapsed on the fallen log, his gaze still locked on the battle that continued. Breathing hard, he realized what had happened and why. It was Mordan who fired upon him, and if he had not, he would surely have lost his power. He could sense the massive amount of power the Shade was siphoning. As he watched, a bloody eyebrow lifted as he sensed the flow of power suddenly shift, and Mordankell began pulling the energy from the Shade.<br/><br/>He needed to help, but creating a portal of such a size to return his Demon had drained him, and the concussion wasn't helping. Closing his eyes for a moment he focused his energy on pulling the life force out of the log he was laying on, beneath him it started to whither and die, becoming dry and brittle. When he was done, the now weak and hollow log collapsed under his weight, sending a shower of light splinters into the air, to drift down onto his dark robes. He stood shakily and brushed his clothes off, taking a few steps towards the fight.<br/><br/>It was then that another person burst from the treeline beside him. His sudden appearance made Sain jump for a moment then he was worried it was another enemy. He opened his mouth to warn his friends, but the newcomer was too fast and had reached them before he could utter a word. To his relief, the stranger was helping them.<br/><br/>He jumped and spread his wings, but a sharp pain in his right wing made him wince and he stumbled on a landing a few feet below. He then continued on with a quick run to the fight, not having the energy to fight with the Shade so instead headed for the last feline warriors back, hoping it was too focused on the new opponent.<br/><br/>The Feline warrior became enraged now only with one arm. It locked in a sturdy parry with the stranger as they struggled to force each other's hand.<br/><br/>Bringing his scythe up, he brought it down across the warriors back, spinning it around to hold it behind him, his other hand shot forward and pressed against it's back, touching it's blood. The stranger would be able to feel the warriors strength quickly fade, then quickly seem to age. It staggered backwards but Sain kept his hand firmly planted on it's back. Aged and thinning arms struggled to reach behind to pull him off, but it was far too weak to move his grip. Sain kept drawing it's life force out until it was a dried, withered husk of what was once a strong demon, then let it drop to the ground.