Eyes shifting from movement to movement, all three acting almost of their own accord. Looking to his left, the Knight whom but a moment before was down on her knee begging for release had a sudden burst of energy and renewed vision. The feeling of warmth returned from some place beyond his current reach. It was all, weak in his mind, all this trying all this essences that they had a fighting chance. A small chuckle emitted from the creature as it turned to face the charging knight.

As the piece of metal came flying at him the creature lifted its arm only to have it ripped down into the shield knocking it aside like a toy someone had tossed for fun. Still he didn’t ignore the Knight charging him. Instead, he too charged the knight, a head on attack to meet the challenge set before him, while from his side he pulled a out a black object surrounded by a white light. Holding it to his maw, he imparted a look of almost sadistic glee as the object broke down and entered him.

Never once did he back down, even as he met the blades in his torso. Instead he let the weapons hit the ebony colored armor, the metals creating a horrible screech in the air as he dashed on, for his goal now became clear: the Caster was his primary goal.

While not completely unscathed from the attack, the man turned and bolted directly at the caster. All three eyes locked on her. At this range, the Spirit user could see this beast for what it was: a creature whose soul was as dark as the void. Closer and closer it charged at her, the sound of metal and his weight crashing down with every step, while its hands came around its face. A dim purple hue came forth as it got closer, another creation of the dark energy it had. Surely the one who could use spirits could see where this spell was aimed, not at her body, but at the soul with the intent to rip it from its host.

Its maw opened, allowing the caster to see that this wasn’t just some kind of armor on its head giving it that shape. No, it was in fact what the creature looked like, as teeth, twisted like their master, came closer and closer. Before it overtook the spirit walker, it stopped dead in its tracks, body turned to place the knight and the Spirit user at his sides. Both hands aimed at the two, and a twisted idea dawned on him.

Slowly his hands came up to his head, almost as if he was overtaken by extreme pain. On his lips, a word soft as the wind’s gentle kiss in his alien tongue. Just as the hands touched his head, he roared aloud in the clearing, the sounds of which carried for miles amidst the silent night, followed by a sudden pushing force on those closest to him like a sucker punch.

Returning to his posture the man turned, hoping the force had been just enough to knock the others down and give him time to ‘have some fun’ with the Spirit user.

“I think you and I have some research to do.” If the Spirit walker had looked close enough, she could make out a twisted smile on his visage.