Thialfi
"Is everyone OK?"
"Yessir!" Thialfi popped to his feet, he was one of those types who seemed to not get hang overs. Thank the gods for that, he held out his hand. Mjolnir flew to him, landing in his palm perfectly. His naked palm, with no iron on the gauntlet... Thialfi looked around, nobody within punching range for that stupid mistake. No lightning or throwing, it would seem.
"What happened and why do I smell so bad?"
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Rori
"It's days like this that make me think that god is indeed fucking with me." Rori raised his rifle, the recoil was lessened from his enchantments, but it still jumped when he fired. He sprayed into the air for a moment, feeling himself draining. He released the trigger, and aimed at the group. Anticipate recoil, breath slowly...
"Fire." He let loose a salvo of hellfire, the impacts were shallow but the fire was certainly hot. He watched as several mantis men were introduced to the concept of fire. Several quickly burst into flame, slowling down the ones in the back. Guy was certainly doing better, though, and that annoyed the hell out of him. How could a Demon to better than the recipient of a Faustian?
He quickly switched back to the staff, watching the jaws slam shut as the rifle swung to his back. He raised a hand, feeling the mana, and transformed it into a small black ball. He threw it to the ground in front of them, where it turned to a black line.
"Line of Warding... Never thought I'd get to use that one."