His dagger finds its home, slipping into the head cultist's armor, earning a cry of pain, especially when the defensive magic has nowhere to go! Above, the remaining cultist creams, as the sphinx pounces him, and start ripping him apart.<br/><br/>"I will burn this entire city to rubble, if I have to," the man snarled, spinning warily, trying to catch a glimpse of Lykos.