Call upon your reinforcements.

The first of two figures is a gorgeous woman. Her skin is smooth and dark, and her eyes are a piercing shade of crimson which appear even more striking by the black lashes and painted liner around them--definitely a sunheart. Her raven hair flows in elegant waves down the sides of her head past her shoulders, and thread through above her forehead is a polished golden circlet. This perfectly matches with the bracelets and rings she adorns herself with as well. Vazeela Sulta has arrived, and not a moment too soon. She raises the dark nails of her right hand to her painted lips, and she strokes them gently down her barely clothed figure. The robe she wears is as dark as her hair, and it's completely open on the front bar the waist where it's bound by a gold coloured belt. Beneath that, nothing but what appears to be bikini bottoms decorated by tiny gemstones, and then a lovely pair of sandals. What she wields looks to be a hybrid between a staff and a wand, as it's shorter than the length of an arm. It appears to be made from the darkest wood you've ever seen, and decorated with tiny black flowers. She's of course a chairman of the Circle of the Unicorn, and a master transmuter.

Beside her is another familiar face. If one were to look closely enough, a slight resemblance to Eva may be seen, as the man who stands before you is none other than Rada Beela. His hair is long and the same pale lavender colour as his daughter has, though he has a short beard and dresses in a deep red robe. With a scowl, he slams the blunt end of a wooden staff against the soil beneath his feet. At the tip is a large pearl. His attention quickly shifts away from the dragon, however, to Eva nearby. "Thank goodness you're all right, my dear!" He's yet another chairman of the Circle, as well as a master pyromancer.

"Dad?!" Eva blurts out much louder and more suddenly than she meant, as evident by the hand that immediately covers her mouth. She clears her throat. "And Lady Sulta. They came to help after all!"

Lord Vraelion's eyes peer between them. "Your daughter ran to serve the Demon King as well, Beela."

"My daughter does what she believes is right," Rada snaps back.

He grumbles. "The Circle is here... but why?" His voice is quiet, though just as deep and reverberating. It sounds confused. "Have you betrayed Tivera?"

"Hmph." Lady Sulta rolls her eyes. "Your accusation rings empty, Lord Vraelion. I know who you serve."

"I serve nobody!"

She slides the end off her lengthy wand, revealing that it actually doubles as a scabbard as a short blade is exposed. She raises it up with the point aimed towards the ground as it glows with mana. "You'll be serving me after I'm done with you," she boasts. "Greater Animation!"

Lord Vraelion flinches back as a wave of magic wafts out in every direction. At first, it seems as if it did nothing. However, you notice a large chunk of stone rise up from the broken building nearby, and then another. A few smaller chunks appear, and then the mostly-in-tact table from the bottom floor. Not far away is a series of training dummies, and one of them rises as well. The several objects start flying quickly through the air like circling vultures, and one by one, they crash hard against the side of Lord Vraelion's head and upper body. He roars and swings his claws around him, but the barrage is overwhelming.

"Well, it seems that they want to serve me," says Lady Sulta.

Meanwhile, Rada has been conjuring up a spell of his own. He marches closer and waits for the right moment. Then, just as the table smacks the dragon in the eyes, he thrusts his staff upwards and shouts, "Flarebeam!" as loudly as his lungs can muster. A vibrant ring of magic draws in front of him, and then after a spark, it roars to life with overwhelming flame. An explosion sends out a thick beam of scorching energy to collide directly with the dragon's lower neck. It scorches his flesh and continues past him upwards into the sky.

While golden dragons seem rather resilient to magic, especially fire, Lord Vraelion is certainly struggling. A snarl slowly grows into a devastating roar as the dragon becomes more enraged by the second. He turns his attention fully to the two mages and slams his claws down against the ground. Not only does the earth beneath him shatter, but the shockwave continues forwards. "Cone of Sundering!" It sounds like a serious of explosions going off. Everything in front of him shatters to piece. The ground sinks, and chunks of soil and stone fly in every direction. Both Vazeela and Rada retreat to the opposite sides, narrowly dodging the attack thanks to the animated objects making it difficult to focus. The shockwave doesn't stop until it collides with the far wall. It begins to crack. From that spell alone, he nearly blew a hole straight through the tall, dark stone walls of Castle Phoenix.

"Enough!' the dragon bellows. As he lifts off the ground, everybody nearby nearly falls to the ground by the sheer **** of the wind.

Meanwhile, the head of the demon summoners is having troubles of his own. With Delphi's magical bands around his throat, he can barely focus on the concentration of his spell. The mana which flows between Dajy and her own within his grasp trembles. Then with a **** gasp, the spell snaps like a broken string as the horn clatters to the ground at his feet. The mage thinks fast. He knows that if Dajy can recover, he's already dead. Quicky, he pivots on his heel and throws both hands upwards towards the pixie above. With vitriol in his voice, he growls out the magic words, "Shadow Orb!" as a crackling, dark magic manifests around his gnarled fingernails.

Just as the the ball of darkness hurls towards Delphi, she severs the grappling bands of magic, liberating her enemy, though allowing her to narrowly dodge the attack. It detonates behind her, causing her to tumble out of control in the air, though she was thankfully spared the damage it would have caused if she were hit directly.

As he turns back to face Mistress Dajy once more, he does so, but not in a way he had hoped. He reaches down to pick up the horn, though is met with a heel down against it. His eyes peer back up with fear in his eyes as the high succubus' threatening visage peers down at him with crimson eyes. He shrinks in her shadow.

"Only one man has managed to control me with magic before now," she says quietly, though her words sting like the bite of a snake. "He's dead now."

He tries to speak with a timid, "You--"

However, he chokes on her hand grasping his throat. With her other, she shows the sharpness of her nails.

You turn away right before the sound of his scream, as you have a more immediate threat at-hand. "Lady Sulta! Eva's dad!"

Rada clears his throat. "I have a name--"

"Can you keep the fight going down here?" you continue. "And see if you can help Malakae fight her cousins. I'm gonna check on the others. We have a threat on the roof still. But I'll be able to check in on the Throne Room at the same time. Don't worry. I won't be long."

Lady Sulta touches a hand to her chest and smiles at you with the utmost dignified confidence. "Lord Vraelion may be old and powerful, but this day, he fights both the Demon King's army as well as the Circle of the Unicorn. Take your time, dear Kyle. We'll do as you asked."