Party Two: Violet/Jareth/Raol/Peony
Black had seemed to take the attention of the mage, which suited Jareth just fine. The fucking asshole didn't need to pay attention to him for Jareth to get in and slam the butt of his ax into the mage's neck. Immediately, the asshole crumpled to the floor. Out of habit, he dropped down, placing two fingers firmly on the pulse point in the neck. Steady.
It took some effort to not finish the job - the only good cultist was a dead one, as far as he was concerned - but he managed. He doubted anyone here would appreciate him chopping the guy's head off and walking away, which, really, was what he wanted to do. Instead, he patted the fire on his shoulder out, careful to keep his face neutral and fight the panic welling up inside of him.
"Let's get going," he grunted once the flames were completely gone. He could still feel the burning, but he couldn't think about that right now, or what the skin on his shoulder looked like.