*The fire leapt off of the aerial foes, leaving them easy targets to the balcony mages. The fire, instead, rushed towards the archon, and rammed into a mass of tentacles, clashing with them, fire, against the swirling blue energy that surrounded the archon, and formed these tendrils. His eyes burned, and flames licked the edges from inside the skull. The mages commenced their assault on the aerial foes as the puppet mage rose into the air, leading the archon away from the fortress entrance, and out into the courtyard, where the bodies of the dead littered the ground, charred to death, or after death. His hands burst in larger, hotter flames, and the fire fighting the archon intensified.*