The creatures of shadow surge out of the stands all at once.
Almost instantly, they are upon Dantalion like a plague, prompting him to take defensive action.
He summons another quartet of demonic swords.
Using only a flick of his fingers, he cuts down all approaching creatures before they can land claw or fang upon his form.
It is a consuming task. However, the jeopardy of allowing even one creature to get too close to him is far too great.
'His energy is tremendous... How much of his concentration is he expending to do this..?'
Dantalion was in a rather dire situation.
His magical power and reserves were great, but his spells could only be cast one at a time.
As long as he was stuck in the position where he was forced to defend, he would never get an opportunity to charge up another of his more devastating spells.
He had to put forth more pressure.
"I am not so easily defeated, boy!"
Suddenly, the swords Dantalion controls begin to grow larger.
