Quickly, Wellby put his bow away. He then brought out his small rapier. With that, he consumed it in fire, chopped left, right, center, and suddenly, the elemental's arms and head were gone.

To Wellby that felt like a hot knife through butter. Simple.

Knowing the demon's capability, he brought the shadows all on top of them, making the alley pitch black.

Thul'Duun watched as his elemental was cut to peices. As they melted away, he noticed that a large shadow was descending on the alley. He drew upon his fire shield, to try and protect him from the shadow, as he aimed to decapitate the demon closest to him. Even though it was pitch black, no amount of darkness could hide an aura. Thul'Duun was able to track his enemies even if he was blind.

When darkness descended, probably by Minon, Fwrthyrn thought, it didn't affect him in the slightest. He was a being of darkness. The shadows merely brought more energy for him.

He saw that the male was about to aim for him. Fwrthyrn crouched down and touched the ground, before stepping back.

Vines and trunks started to sprout at a tremendous rate, barricading them from view.

"I want to see you get through that," Fwrthyrn smirked.

"Nice try." Was Thul'Duun's reply, as he strode through the smouldering remains; obviously his enemy has forgotten the firey shield. He sheathed his weapons, drawing upon his casting pendant. This is not an enemy to be taken down by brute force, it seems. He called a firey bolt to his hands, feeling the air temperature rise by a few degrees. He threw this bolt at his enemy, but had a feeling that would not be enough by itself. Hoping his enemy would step backwards to avoid his spell, Thul'Duun made magma rise up through the earth's crust and shoot upwards behind his foe.

Wellby approached the demon.

He had already gone completely around the magic user, while happening to pick up more than a couple of items along the way.

They just seemed to fall into his hands, those jeweled weapons. Wellby could immediately tell that they were magical, probably elemental.

He saw magma rise from behind and a bolt shoot from ahead. 'Perfect time to try my new toys', he thought.

He picked a weapon with a clear, light blue color to it. Wellby's mind dove inside of it, finding the power within, and pulling it out.

Ice shot in waves towards the magma in waves. The gem's light winked out.

'And I could've got some money off of that.' Wellby thought. 'What a waste.'

He turned to see how the demon fared.

Fwrthyrn narrowed his eyes as he watched the male.

He smirked when he saw the bolt coming towards him. Swirling the darkness around his hands, he counter-reacted against it, swallowing the elemental in its wake.

There was a burst of heat from what appeared behind him. He turned around, frowning.

Turning round to look at the man with raised eyebrows that seemed to question his abilities and existence, Fwrthyrn simply lifted himself up with his ability of flight so that he hovered in the air.

Thul'Duun looked on with shock as his weapons flew out of their sheaths, and into the demon's hands. He then roared with rage as the magic flew out of the jewels, cracking and destroying them. He ripped his weapons back, and encased them with a spell that, if an enemy touched them, blades would shoot out, digging deep. Then, streams of poision would eject, killing the enemy within seconds. Armed with his new weapons, Thul'Duun charged the jewel-breaker.

Wellby was already bored of the different items he had acquired, so he simply threw them away.

He saw the demon hovering in the air. He smirked with a tiny bit of jealousy. Quickly he jumped on top of a nearby box, then flung himself on to the demon's cloak.

"Take us out of here, this man is not worth wasting any more time." He said.

Fwrthyrn wasn't prepared for the passenger on board. He grunted and nearly plummeted from Minon's weight. Managing to regain his balance, he lifted them higher, if only a few centimetres.

He tightened his cloak around him from Minon's clawing. Raising an eyebrow, he turned his head to look at him. Fwrthyrn wasn't normally the one to run away. He always had a trick up his sleeve and enjoyed what a fight may bring. The way the male commanded him made him disgruntled and annoyed.

"Isn't he?" Fwrthyrn questioned, hovering.

Wellby did not expect the demon to stagger with his weight. Wellby only weighed about 85 pounds.

"Well, what do you think?" he replied sarcastically.

In truth, Wellby was not afraid, he was just bored and tired. He wanted to go and take a nap.

"Besides, he'll just probably kill himself the way he bumbles around anyway." Wellby mentioned.