Triple C Brigade + The Dark Cavalry
Namaah slipped closer in his grip, her own hand taking his, and Oded had only a second to focus his power as her shadow engulfed him. She couldn't harm him, nor did he think she would, but the tug of teleportation came with a whisper of darkness that sang in his veins. When they materialized on the plantation grass, for a split second, his true form shimmered above him, jet black wings dripping blood and broken feathers, fiery horns sprouting from a grinning vestige, the dark shadows of Namaah cloaking his body and then it was gone.
He felt the surge of malevolence immediately, releasing Namaah and taking a step towards the force, twirling his sword with a dark laugh spilling from his lips. Oded was also aware of the witches and he realized that Namaah had brought him along to her own summonings. Interesting. The shape shifters were already there as was his brother, Christian.
The others were reacting to the demonic energy pulsing and reaching, clawing out of the night towards them, reaching for the human on the ground. The Seer. Oded felt the tendrils reaching eagerly towards the girl as he deflected the buffeting hunger of the creature away from his own form. "Are we fighting or fleeing, witch?" Oded asked with a hungry grin, his eyes glowing red. Namaah had supped and so had he. He would fight if the witch desired it or defend their retreat.