"As if, you crackpot!" Archie stood up and shoved away from Datura, without even so much as a thank you. "Perhaps that wouldn't have happened if you weren't busy playing sports!" Did he really blame her for this? It's not as though she called the demon-thing here. Well, whatever. Nothing could be done about it now.
Dusting himself off and keeping an eye on his wound, Archie prepared to summon a beast again. "I summon Azral to the dream plane!"
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A black sphere appeared out of nowhere. Seconds later, it expanded then disappeared, with a hooded figure having glowing, red eyes standing in front of Archie. "I come from the shadows", it hissed.
"You. Familiar. I command you to do away with that foul creature!"
Azral, the hooded figure, looked at Archie, then at the demon-stag, then back at Archie. "You're lucky I'm bored, human. It's been a while since I've been out of the dreamscape. I figure I could stretch my limbs."
"Enough incessant prattle! Slay it!" Archie spat, jerking his pointer finger at the demon-stag. "Now! While it is weakened!"
Azral nodded and calmly walked towards the demon-stag. As it did this, it snapped its fingers and a sword appeared in its hand. The sword was as black as the night and possessed a strange aura -- the same aura that attached itself to the demon-stag, it seemed. Strange. Once Azral reached the demon-stag who was still reeling from the nice sword plunge from earlier, it blinked.
"You're big", it said cooly. "Fought bigger." And with that, its black-as-night sword was thrust into one of the glowing eyes inside the creature's mouth. Azral continued to stab both eyes multiple times as blood and other goo splattered everywhere.