The second Maraud stopped talking, it threw itself forward, swinging the two massive fists on his right arms down onto the vampire, while its tendriled arm slammed straight into the ground. ~~~~~ Gabe moved his hands up and down in front of himself, mimicking scales. "Err, somewhere in the middle I'd say. Now, if you'll excuse me a moment, we have eavesdroppers." He turned his energy filled gaze towards Sauriel and Tybalt. "Now, two versus one hardly seems fair!" Gabe held out a single hand, creating a magical array, from which he drew a staff. It was, in the eyes of most, a work of art. It was a core of unblemished obsidian, wreathed in ornately detailed coils of gold and silver that appeared so delicate that one could assume a single errant look would turn them to dust. Nestled on the top of the staff was an odd swirling mass that simultaneously managed to look solid and like mist. Gabe gave a contented sigh. "That's much better." Shula chuckled. "Funny, that's exactly what a slut would do!" She again charged at Semira, the flames around her slowly changing colour to a pure azure.