-"Ahhh, i remember your kind." The knight proclaimed as the massive fire spewing behemoth roared into the night.

-"A lesser deamon, 3rd circle if i recall correctly. Usually brought forth when in a siege. Yees..... i have commanded your kind." The knight boomed out to the massive monster. The cinder spewing behemoth responded with a roar in return that shook the canopies.

The knight stretched out its arms to its sides, with the blade in its right hand, still pointing down.
-"Ha ha haa!! I see you have noticed my predicament, do it, laugh at my weakness, take your chance to rise in the hierarchy! What power you would gain if you slay one above thee? HA HA HAA!!!" The knight began to take a step forth, but somehow something forced it to stop, like a wind gripping its leg refusing to let it go forth.

It did not understand, why was it impossible to close with the behemoth? It tried to turn to look at the others, that went fine.
-"I see how this works now." The knight let out, not much higher than a whisper.

-"Another time." The knight yelled to the behemoth, then walked to Viggo and Dredge with casual steps.

-"Why are you two still here, weakling mortals stand no chance against a deamon like this." It asked the two vampires while pointing at the now closing fiery behemoth behind with its right thumb.