It seemed that Seamus's intervention had not been in vain, as he happened to save the life of a brown haired man,just as two of the Demon Changer attackers were about to bring him down and tear him apart most viciously. Of course, three more of the buggers were bearing right down on them, leaving no time to do anything else but fight. Seamus couldn't even say hello to the guy he saved. But, such was life when you were the last sane living creatures in the area. Well, allegedly the last living creatures in the area. If Donna and Kulos' s group were still alive, it was still possible that Sera, Sam, and Mandan were still kicking it somewhere. That's what they should do after this, patch things up with those three, and put this entire journey behind them. First, however, they had to put these things down in the ground, almost 2 metres down to be precise. That task was proving to be somewhat difficult, however. Sure, each individual enemy wasn't very hard to defeat; in fact they seemed to be killed at the slightest slice of the sword, cleave of the axe, strike of the fist. in essence, these things were fragile as glass. Unfortunately, they also had a vicious looking ranged attack. Seamus and the brown haired bruiser had managed to dodge them so far, but if the impact craters were any indication to go off of, they would have to be a moment too slow but once, and it was game over for the rest of time. Fortunately, that fate would have to wait, as the group struck down the last of the beasties, just as Lecta arrived. "Glad you could make it, Lecta," Seamus called out, exhaustion and frustration serving as a whetstone to his words. "That pelican get too tired, or did you forget how to do that?" Before Seamus could continue his ranting, the smoke rapidly evacuated the space, and compressed itself into the form of a giant minotaur, all black and crimson. "Where have I seen something like that before? You got any ideas, Lecta?" Gone was the anger, replaced by curiosity with a hint of anxiety. "That's right. Seems our old foe Raybee has made a grand entrance, with a brand new body. Oh, and a brand new axe that, Oh wow! That was bad." Seamus nearly recoiled in horror as the one Spirit Changer that had been separated from the group was quite violently cleft in twain by the minotaur's axe, the weapon absorbing the vital fluids, nourishing the foul beast, causing it to increase in size. "That is not good at all. Ok, new plan. Head to the ruins of Enylia. There we can use the narrow streets to get rid of its size advantage. There aren't any people there; they were all either killed or turned into zonbis. Lecta, we'll have a different task. We have to give everyone else time to set up their attack. We'll distract that thing and lead it to Enylia's ruins when everyone else is ready. For your sake, I hope you remember your pelican. Any objections?"