The blackguard grumbled, and beckoned with his will. Eventually, that very real grip seized the creature he wanted, a Voidspawn. He dragged it, kicking and screaming, through the rift, and dispelled the portal. The creature was three feet tall, standing on four sharp, spidery legs. Red, beady eyes poked out beneath its brow, covered in mottled, blue-green scales. But the beast's most outstanding feature was it's grossly disproportionate mouth, filled with sharp fangs.<br/><br/>A single swipe of Anarazel, and the beast dissipated into black mist.<br/><br/>Demvarien panted from the mental effort, turning to Kumlimlim. He grinned sheepishly beneath his helmet. "You have a point, demon," the fallen paladin said in that raspy growl of a voice. He examined the slip of girl presented to him curiously, not sure of her true nature. Perhaps her story was akin to his. But he would know them all in time. Then he turned to Kestriel. "Who are you, and how did you do that so easily?" he asked calmly, without any spite.