Zargon couldn't have been surprised that the opposition attacked when he foolishly targeted that which he was unlikely to hit. What he had not expected was magic of multiple sorts attacking his weakened side, including varieties of magic that by sheer chance should not have even been present in Waeldeshore nor the entire isle, and he found his quick probing at mental barriers while he fought like a demon (pun intended) was met with protection spells not used for thousands of years. He severely underestimated the amount of magic present, and this was just half the enemy. The more concerning angelic threats hadn't even exposed themselves. While he had difficulties compiling his thoughts mid combat, he came to realize that he would be unable to win at his current strength. He doubted he could even get a kill without exposing himself too much. He came to the somewhat scattered conclusion there would only be one course of action: feint a massive assault, and quickly escape, as he attempted to swipe at the Red's claws. He set this makeshift plan born of two seconds into action by gathering the surrounding energy in the air into his sword, making it glow a deep purplish red, and attempting to draw power from anything present - in a way that would indicate a possible bad thing coming soon. At least, he hoped that would be how it was interpreted. If his enemy let up just a little, he could use the magic that was less potent than it seemed and use it for his real purpose... and hopefully their attacks wouldn't be further encouraged, a thought that was almost scattered as he was battered in the same spot multiple times. Concentration would be needed. Concentration he had in very short supply, as well as sustainability if he didn't start casting with the sword soon. He prepared the first part of his plan by focusing part of his concentration on a knockback maneuver. --- Artholath strode through various city streets, noting the clouds above. He didn't need to do much to find the battle; he would only need to follow the noise, and the scent of magic being thrown about. He was near the battle, that much he knew. He still wasn't sure how he would know what