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The goblins' eyes lit up as a seemingly endless feast of 'human' appeared before them in the many copies of Red. They went nuts. Groups of them would rush copies, gnash on their legs and arms, pull trip ropes to bring them down and jump on them, and all the while drooling in anticipation of a warm, juicy bite. Of course, every time they took down a clone and made to tear off a mouthful of meat, their sharky teeth would only meet with air as the copy of Red poofed out of existence in mockery. One of the larger goblins raise a wicked looking spork into the air and howled in frustration. The rest of the swarm of green landsharks seemed to agree, and they doubled their efforts even further in chasing down all the Reds. 

White flames still flickering from the wound on its shoulder, the demon warrior appeared to hesitate. Oh, of course it seethed with rage. The mere act of hesitation was an admonition of weakness, and weakness in the culture of evil made you somebody's bitch. The creature was furious. After all this time, the entrapped soul of a lawful demigod was within his grasp, and somehow it had landed in the hands of a warrior just capable enough to use it. But what was more, was that the sword had somehow been awakened. It would be much harder to capture now, particularly since it had a wielder. 

In the world of Golarion, devils regard holy items and silver as deadly substances. They instinctively shy away from contact with such items and avoid them whenever possible. Binders who wish to pact with these infernal outsiders keep these substances least 60 feet from the summoning circle, and if they want to threaten their subjects, they keep them much closer. An even better defense against devils, is a holy weapon. As with demons, a holy weapon is strong enough to drive through any devil’s natural defenses, and the presence of such an item in the summoning chamber is an affront to more powerful or subtle devils.

Amid the cacophony of futilely flying goblins, the enraged fiend clenched it's fist and stomped its foot. As it did this, a pillar of fire and lava shot out of the ground underneath Kisaki. Whether or not he dodged the spell, the hellborn knight was already loosening its chains. SWinging them in an arc overhead, each one barbed with a sharp hook on the end, he loosed them at the recovering young warrior. The servants of the master were relentless, and this one wasn't about to give up yet. Apparently, even an oversized, demonic hellknight could play the ranged game. He'd keep attacking Kisaki until he got what he wanted, unless of course someone else dared attempt to join in. *cough*