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"You are fools to think you can stand against me!" Darin's new demonic voice echoed throughout the gathering hall.

"If we can take him down once, we can do it again! Many of you have faced the onslaught of the Burning Legion once. What is one more time to us!" Reo the Elder gave us words of encouragment. Several of the alternate Reos gave cries of agreement, others did not look so sure. Unlike the time in Nagrand, Darin was now a satyr; truly a pawn of the Legion.

The demons serged forward and so did the Reos. The warlock in front cast a spell sent a wall of flames up in front of the incoming enemy but it was no use to use the Legion's power against them. I raised my faithful ghoul pet and sent him to pick off the felbeasts on the edges and warned him against their life-sucking tenticles. A few archers in the group sent magical bolts at the Doomgaurds. As one fell, he took out a number of demons below him, crushing them to death. The present Reo and I charged them together. We watched each other's back and cut down our own share of the demonic beasts and humanoids. Laerik sent his water elemental who stood idly by shooting the demons with its waterbolts. Laerik himself shot at them with massive fireballs.

One of the magic-weilding Reos was ceized by one of the felbeast's suckers and I watched as the life and magic was drained from the being. Only a dried husk of a body was left. Another was cleaved in twain by a large blade belonging to a felgaurd. Others were crushed by the green flaming rockbeings.

Slowly the army was deminishing with the all of the powers of the Reos, Laerik, and I combined. My ghoul friend took a chance to knibble on one of the demonic corpses but found their flesh to be unsatisfying. Darin's laughter once again resounded throughout the chamber.