"Duel" the paladin.

"You have had more than enough time to prepare. Here I come!" Elyndar yells and charges forwards. He's fast. With a swing, he brings the sharp edge of his sword straight over your head, snipping off a few loose hairs. It isn't like how Nyllia fights. Since he doesn't use a two-handed weapon, he can attack much more quickly.

To counter, you thrust your magic blade forwards, but he raises his shield to absorb the blow. Your attack stops dead in its tracks. Though before he can catch you off guard, you leap back dextrously and ready yourself.

Sir Imaeris grins. "You will never get past my defenses," he gloats. "And I have yet to even use my magic. It will not be much longer before I reach my Elite Class, just like Lady Tesgella, so perhaps this is destiny. Levelling up from defeating another Demon King would be the perfect story!" Another swing--this time you're **** to deflect it with your own weapon. He is quite strong, but if it were a two-handed sword, you'd be on your ass. Thankfully you're able to parry the strike and maneuver around behind him.

As much as you'd rather not have your back to his allies, you need to keep moving. They don't seem interested anyway.

This is a waste of time and energy. I assume he's 9th level. I'm a 10th level so-called Demon King. I guess we're not all that far away from each other in terms of strength, but his moves get sloppy when he gets flustered like this. On the other hand, if people find out I killed him, that would make it so much more difficult to fix my reputation.

You strafe back around to your party. "Is that all your care about? Yourself?"

"Excuse me?"

"Nyllia didn't tell people what role she played. You know why? Because she does none of what she does for the fame. Listen. Maybe I wouldn't mind some fame and glory, so I'm not gonna say I'm as good of a person as Nyllia, but I'm nowhere near your level of egotism."

His face fills with colour and he clenches his teeth. "How dare you."

The half-orc snorts. "Uh oh. Here we go."

"You dare speak down to me, you peasant boy?!" shouts the paladin. "This is why you were exiled from Tivera, and why I continue to be the hero of its people! You want what I have, is that it? Well you will never have what I have."

"I don't want anything you have," you say.

Suddenly, he looks down, baffled. He begins to pat over his suit of metal plates. "What is... Do I have a squirrel in here? Get out!"

You hear a reverberating snicker from inside his armour. What is that? Hold on. Eva is behind me. So is Thomas. But where is--

"Not there!" he blurts out, quickly moving his gauntlets to cover his codpiece. "Get out this instant!"

"Hehe. Why~?" Delphi teases. You can barely hear her from inside.

Imaeris scratches at his armour. "It takes nearly ten minutes to take apart this thing!"

"Then this will be a fun ten minutes."

"You harlot. Are you going to pleasure m--Ooh noo! Wait!" Suddenly, he's short of breath. His eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets. He squeezes his groin even tighter, but there's no use. Just like he said, nothing can get past his defenses, not even himself. Though apparently a small enough pixie can make it through if he's distracted enough.

"Uhm. What's happening?" Eva asks.

Thomas stares in terror. "I think she's... Like what she did to my throat... This is too cruel to watch."

"Aaah!" the poor man shouts. He hops up and down in place and pleads. "Not that! Not that!"

"What was that? Tighter?" Delphi asks.

Elyndar collapses to his knees and whimpers. "It hurts!"

"I can't see what's going on, but I don't think this guy will be moving for awhile. Want to behead him or something?" Delphi asks.

The half-orc starts to move, but then she stops when you reply with, "We're not killing him."

"Should we do something?" the gnome whispers.

She looks down to him. "He told us never to assist with a duel unless he asks."

Suddenly, Eva steps forward. She walks right past you slowly, and then stops right in front of him. You peek over to see a terrifying smile on her face. She glares down at him--menacing expression with an aura of darkness. It's actually kind of intimidating. Though it's rare, someone is actually now shorter than she is, even if it's because he's being pulled to the ground. You take solace in knowing your party hates him as much as you do.

"Won't be moving, huh?" Eva asks.

"Wh-What is your harlot of a mage going to do to me?" he asks.

"That was the wrong thing to say right now... I'm going to enjoy this."

You reach out to touch her shoulder. "Uh. Eva? You're scaring me."

She throws out her hand and shouts the magic phrase, "Words Escape!" which forces a wave of invisible energy to waft over him. Still grinning, she stares him straight in the eyes and speaks again. "So, Mr. Noble Paladin. How often do you masturbate?"

He blurts out the truth in response. "Almost every day!"

The half-orc shifts her eyes and winces. "But we... travel together," she mutters.

"That explains what I heard last night," the gnome whispers.

"You bitch!" Elyndar snaps. "Let me go this inst--Owch!"

Delphi still has him in the grasp of her magic bands it seems.

"Words Escape!" Eva casts again. "What kind of girl are you into?"

That's a useful spell. Though, it's also really hostile. You couldn't possibly do it subtly. It's more for aggressive interrogation. Good to know in case we ever need to take a prisoner or something. If we used something like that at the Demon King meeting, it'd probably be bad--

"Small, flat girls!" he shouts. "Ones that look very young!"

Everything is quiet for an uncomfortably long moment.

"That's a weird answer!" Delphi shouts and squeezes again.

Elyndar whimpers in pain. "Y-You are going to pop it in half--!"

"Now I'd really rather not help," the half-orc whispers.

"It is not what you think!" he replies. "This is no duel. Three against one? You coward."

"I never said I'd duel you." Carefully, you lay an Entangle down, hoping he doesn't hear or see you do it through his misery. "We're done here. Come on, guys. Let's get back to our important business."

Eva raises her hand again. "Can we stay a little bit longer?"

You give her arm a tug. "No. I know it's fun to mess with him, but I think that's enough for now."

Delphi squeezes her way through a small gap in her armour and pops free, letting the bands around his member dissipate behind her. "Sounds good to me. It's unpleasant in there..."

Just like that, your party turns to depart. You hope you can get away before he recovers, just in case he's actually willing to chase you all the way into the plains. You hear the metal of his armour plates slide against one another. Slowly, he stands, but he holds himself in pain.

You were right to prepare, because he immediately starts to hustle after you, though not without a strange waddle to his steps. But just as he steps on your trap, you trigger blue tendrils to burst up around his feet and hold his body in place. "Maybe next time!" you shout as you continue walking. "For the time being, please stay away from any kids."

"I told you it isn't like that!" he screams.