((Sorry, sorry, been busy the past couple of days.))<br/><br/>As the zombies rose around them, Edgar growled in frustration as his choices narrowed further and further. In the furious clash of blades with the knight before him, he opened a hole in his defenses, and the skilled adversary took it, stabbing his sword clean through the human's stomach. Edgar cried out in pain, but his face was marked only by a fierce grin as the fallen warrior fell right into the trap, his hand closing tightly over the monster's gauntlet.<br/><br/>He let his heritage come forth with a surge of dark power, transforming him into a demon with blue scales, white horns, and a green, organic "robe" where his coat had been. Blows that had been knocked aside by the knight's plate armor shredded through the metal like wet paper, cutting the knight to pieces as Edgar pulled away, ripping the greatsword out of his guts. The wound closed immediately, before he rushed through the mob of zombies, slashing left and right, each hit cleaving a foe clean in two. The demonspawn tossed down the ebony sword as his transformation ended, that dark power receding.<br/><br/>Most of the group had been devastated, leaving only a small amount of resistance. Edgar threw a volley of daggers, then decided he'd done enough for this fight.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Blue-glowing eyes observed the battle from down the corridor. Demvarien was no coward, but he was no fool either. He could not engage so large a group with any chance of victory. So instead, he used the new trick he had learned, slicing a hole in the fabric of time-space and imitating Kestriel's movements in binding it. Rather than making a particular call, he just left it open, and the horrifying, little voidspawn began to pour through, three feet of teeth, scales, and claws. The blackguard concentrated for a moment, summoning and condensing a ball of blue fire to his hand before throwing it into the chamber in front of his minions, the orb detonating in an azure explosion that shook the walls of the room. Then he turned a corner, waiting for a more opportune moment.