<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Baudhiel suffers burns to the point of 11 hp worth of damage, but in turn, she managed to down leader of the reinforcements.</div></div><br/>As the ball of flames sought to chase after Baudhiel there was a shriek as not only had Naori's blade cut the imp's arm off, but the shower of magical missiles striking into the imp's flesh a moment later caused the blasts of those missiles to tear a hole into the imp's throat by sheer luck of precision perhaps, another slamming into the imp's guts, a last one to the side at the side of the heart. The impact of those missiles had the already one-armed imp staggering and then collapsing to the ground, a growing puddle of hissing black blood spreading out and bubbling on the ground but then settling down. A faint crimson glow starting to rise from the imp's ruined body, escaping from its wounds and out of its mouth as the imp lay there.<br/><br/>There was a tangible sensation in the air as the wards seemed to come unbound, the symbols along the place shining bright, some of them within the flesh of those being tormented in the next room, some of them in the doors, and some of them visible in the flesh of those guards charging right at them.<br/><br/>Nonetheless, as the imp's body failed him, the rush of shards from Baudhiel's fingers skewered the nearest guard, their commander, this body blown back and collapsing on his back in the impact, the shards of those gems lodged deep within his flesh, others rushing through the air past him and striking into the flesh of the three others that were nearing the group, but seeing their commander cut down and feeling the marks burning in their flesh, the dark-skinned fiends shrieked in pain and agony, their marks seeming to force them down on their knees, weapons falling. In that state, it seemed that Piro's order reached the closest one, the creature snarling and jumping on its closest companion to try and claw its eyes out with bare hands, yet their strength sapped, the true fight leaving them.<br/><br/>It seemed apparent that the loss of the imp and their leader had the dark-skinned men at less than ideal state for an extended fight.