Cassander's magic is nothing short of magnificent, he is a genius amongst not only his peers but a renowned genius that might only appear once every hundred years. But even for something as talented and skilled as himself, Cassander does not even consider escaping with his life.
With no one to back him up deep inside the well of demon territory, Cassander contemplates his life and wonders if he lived one worthwhile.
His sword draws elegant arcs, magic dance, and swirls in the air, thick and enchanting. A chilled breeze is summoned. The ogre swings his weapon down and Cassander only dodges it because of the gust of wind that he summons. When the club wrecks a hole into the ground, a sheen of ice freezes it in place. The ogre roars in rage, screeching as it wrestles with the ice.
That moment is the only reprieve that Cassander gets, and even then he has to busy himself with the serpentine demon, who cackles with her vaguely human-like head.
