Varn was dancing through the crowd of soldiers, effortlessly dodging their strikes, and dishing out lethal blows in return.<br/><br/>Koth bellowed in rage, this time a couple of his blows landing solid, thanks to the enchantments empowering him. He was bloodied, but didn't seem to care in the slightest, as if some wild fever was gripping him.<br/><br/>The liontaur staggered under his heavy blows, but snarled, and lunged for him, attempting to grab him, as she had before. ((Probably not with a 5.))<br/><br/>Amvarean's Dispel didn't take effect, as the spells were all slightly stronger.<br/><br/>Devaguea's, on the other hand, was exceedingly effective, and he watched as spell after spell scattered into dust, the snake crashing to the ground, and now angry... but not at them. "You want him? TAKE HIM!" she bellowed, as she cast a spell, and flung Irovetti across the room, causing the now very confused king to come crashing down at Amvarean's feet.