"Tell me where she is, and your fruitless attempts at survival will no longer be necessary," The Robed Vampire said, and there was a sudden flare-up in his Magical energy.
It remained at the Eighth Circle and yet felt more dangerous than it already was.
*WHUM!*
The Robed Vampire landed gently, and magical energy surged from where his feet touched in a wave that smacked into everyone in the room, enemy and ally alike, and sent them flying.
Meline had just managed to stab her dagger into an enemy's back when it happened. She was closest to the hole and went through it. Or she would have been if she hadn't cast a spell that wrapped her arms in one end of a chain while the other end wrapped around the neck of one of the minions who was trying to keep his footing with his sword stabbed into the ground.
The minion stretched a hand to his neck, trying to loosen the grip of the chain, but he couldn't dedicate enough attention and strength to the task for fear of being blown away.
