The duel is fairly short, and definitely conclusive. The devils are just too powerful for the demons in that battle, and after nailing them to the ground with their lances, proceed to break their spines and split them in half.<br/><br/>"We of the Glot-rhathk clan are victorious!"<br/><br/>Immediately they begin searching the area, but Laelanith is long-gone by that stage. As she tries to find a way out, a series of explosions rain down on the area. It seems that either the weather is completely Hellish, or a spellcaster is too enthusiastic. The flames are slightly green-tinged, and the clouds of smoke are almost nauseating.<br/><br/>It does, however, serve to light up the figure of an armoured knight, his spiked full-plate caked in ash and blood, his face scarred by battle wounds, as he plunges his sword into an oozelike fiend which bubbles away into nothing.<br/><br/>"You! You're not a monster! Do you need protection, or are you questing?"