It took Genie and White half an hour of biting and tearing before the demon finally died. During this, Astaroth contemplated whether he gave the Elf too easy of a way out.
"Maybe I should have done this to it, instead of to the demon. Meh. Too late now."
When the demon finally died, its body pieces dissipated into a puff of black and red smoke. That was when he knew he was done here.
Calling back Genie and White, Astaroth stood back to his feet. He still had a battle to rejoin, so he couldn't dally much longer.
Half an hour had passed, and in war, that was an eternity. Astaroth wondered what had happened on the outside while he was in there.
***
During the half-hour, Astaroth had assuaged his rage, and let his savage tendencies take over, the battle had rapidly changed.
