Kreios growled out as he tried to push the blade further through the creature, only to have the form start wisping up in red smoke. The barbarian didn't know what was happening, but he soon found out as the form vanished from being wracked on his blade.<strong>"Fel magics!"</strong>He growled out in disgust, though he blinked as he heard his own voice. He noticed it had changed, and then with the battle over he took a second to look at how large his own form had grown. He felt like a clumsy beast all of a sudden, and stopping to think about it caused his limbs to wobble and he swayed as bit as the rage wore off.<br/><br/>Kreios felt his arms ache then, and his body grow tired from the sheer exertion. He panted, head shaking as he stared at the bits of blood that covered his form and the mixed human and devil ichor that lined his blade. He shook his head at Faedra's words, walking to take a seat back at their camp with slow moving muscles.<strong>"Don't be funny, now. I know you can dispel it, you've done it before. You just wanna see me lumbering around, is all."</strong>He chuckled through tired breaths, before slumping down at camp to start cleaning his blade and making sure it would not rust or stick. He was no stranger to the elf's spells, having been working with that one for some time.<br/><br/>Kreios looked toward the rest of them then, eyes traveling around even as his chest rapidly rose and fell from his fatigue.<strong>"Is Celest alright? This was no normal attack, some powerful servant of Asmodeus wants us dead. And what of that demon, devil or whatever it was? It's gone now, but he said a name; Dalvega. Can we use that name for anything?"</strong>He asked, having once heard from the shamans of a wildlander tribe that such creatures names could be sued against them. He didn't how or what for though, and couldn't really say if they were just intoxicated or not. So he continued to clean and sharpen his sword; figuring he'd wash off in ocean waters next.