With the familiar crackling sound, an array of magic missiles struck the last margoyle in the chest. He seemed unaffected at first, but then a spiderweb of cracks appeared and he crumbled in mid-air.
Only Titus’s training prevented him from being showered in gravel, as he quickly stepped back.
“There could be more of them” rumbled Zarthose, stepping past the remains of the others “That horn was a signal, I bet”
Titus asked “Do you think there are more of them?”
“Of course there are, don’t be fool” remarked Livia, vanishing as she did so.
Moments later, six winged forms could be seen, approaching quickly from the far end of the canyon.