When Ayariel cast her spell, the phantasm entering the demon's mind, she would hear a vicious, abhorrent growl come from him. He merely closed his eyes for a bit and shook his head, the spell having failed to kill or even damage him. It was apparent that the moon elf was next on his list.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Gajol had managed to recover and stood up. Her eyes had rolled into the back of her head, and her face began to turn a dark, reddish purple color from the blood rushing to her head. She let let out a scream of epic proportions, foamy saliva flying from her mouth, before running towards the nalfeshnee who'd just been physically and mentally assaulted. Holding her sword two-handed with the blade pointing downward, she leapt into the air and thrust it into the fiend's gut. More of it's blackish bodily fluids spilled from its maw, and gushed from its stomach.<br/><br/>As for Falameezar, his eyes glowed with a fury unmatched as he screeched out to the polymorphed blood magus, "<span style="color: olive">It is MINE!</span>before spitting up another stream of its terribly corrosive acid. Though Mirnea was drenched in it as well, it did nothing to her, save make her wet and smell a bit like phosphoric acid. The nalfeshnee, however, was far less lucky, and one could see the fatty skin over its rotund belly pop and sizzle as the acid burned its way through its flesh.<br/><br/>((I love painting vivid pictures. <3))<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>