The Lantern King had, clearly, planned for many eventualities - he was holding Ska'bas, Camilla, and Sydon at bay, and, all things considered, even with the magical support, he seemed to be holding his won against the entire group quite well, as magical manifestations or alterations of reality seem to be perfectly poised to counteract his allies. He likely had even prepared for many of the spells he and Nyrissa were throwing in the fight, as they seemed to wash off of him like water.<br/><br/>He had not, evidently, planned to be tackled by the sorcerer king.<br/><br/>Despite the demigod's size, he was nearly weightless, and Devaguea slammed into him, driving him to the ground, as a sonorous cry of sheer confusion at the audacity of the moment filled the room. "<em><strong>WHAT.</strong></em>"<br/><br/>That bought Nyrissa enough time, and with another invocation - "<strong>Yaara edain en' harna, duna ar' dagora!</strong>" The goblet in her hand shattered in a brilliant glow of green light, and a wave of dust and ash scattered forth, settling around the room... and each grain seemed to grow and expand, until a ghostly figure stood in its place. Dozens, if not hundreds of them, some on the ground, some in the air. Some were even familiar - a man with a stag's skull for a helmet, a skeletal cyclops... and even the king of Pitax, Castruccio Irovetti. All were armed, and ready for a battle, and at Nyrissa's shouted word - "Go!" They rushed forward intent on the demigod, the true cause of their doom.