The force of the beast's mere existence silences the air. The devil almost smirked. Raising his hand into the air as he chants.
"Oct amishck bac te ha crang magana." From the tip of his finger emerges a red orb. Within the orb spans an infinite abuse, one so deep it dared to blind the viewer. "Ha mic tongana octing froshming." The red orb morphed into a black eclipse that devours the sky.
The observation of this blasphemes spell dared to eat the senses. It's rage bullying like hot lava, it's peer hatred sends you to insanity. Within this spell of its own creation the devil seemed to grow. The grass near his feat wilts and fades, the silent air turns into a hurricane, the air itself becomes almost salty.
Phill rushes a healing spell.
"Ved gud Amish nade helbred os, beskyt os, led os."
A thin translucent bubble surrounds the three of them, its rays bring brightness to the shadowless world.
Buck makes an awkward laugh. "Still think he's not gonna kill us."
"Thee of little faith." Izac responds.
The devil raises his other hand this time pointing it at the group.
"Ha oct ma kng ta floshham mic ta fla."
A fireball shot fourth at an alarming speed, grazing the edge of Buck's bubble, immediately popping it.
"In Amish's name, what the hell!" Buck starts dashing zig zags.
The rest of the group aren't too far behind, Phill jumps for cover behind a rock, and Izac pulls out IceGuard, his favorite sword. Izac moves faster than the wind pushing turds the devil, each of his steps produse a mesmerizing afterimage, making him almost impossible to track.
'"Fluckcjd." The Devil chanted
A wall of stone appeared between itself and Izac.
Izac stumbled, but Buck did not, seizing the opportunity to close the distance into melee range.
Boooom. The Axe bashed against the Devil's armor, sending the beast flying through its own rock wall, Izac comboed by slamming his sword into the devil's gut shooting him into the sky.
"Jkhga, jgilkg."
Ice spears rain from the heavens, the group is sent once more scattering for cover.
"Beskytte." Phill squeaked out.
The bubbles turn into stone barricading themselves from the rain. Buck ducked, weaved, and secured through the unending torrent.
After minutes the devil finally landed, glaring at Buck.
Phill and Izac exist there bubbles.