THE FINAL THROWDOWN: EVERYONE
He hated to admit it, but Min was fucking useful. Banes was with her, and so long as his partner could keep Min from getting attacked, Min could cast back at the fucker casting at them.
The sight of the fire blazing through the skeletons sent a thrill of fear through him, but he did his damnedest to ignore it. There was going to come a time where he'd have to confront this fucking fear, but for now, he would just have to deal with it as best as he could. That was really all he could do, and he pushed through, knocking the skeletons that had managed to escape the blast to the side; they were already dead and so long as the fucking necromancer mage kept casting, they could come back as often as he liked. Which meant Jareth had to get to the fucking cultist.
Darkra hit slithered over him, but the mage was overusing it; eventually, the effects would lessen. That would help his holier-than-thou companions as well as Banes and Min, but two hits with the spell had been enough to accustom Jareth to feel of it. He'd often offered himself up as a practice dummy in the Guard - no way something like this was going to slow him down.
The mage glared at him as he got closer. He thought the mage had said something, but blood was rushing in Jareth's ears, drowning everything else out. He didn't have much time left before the bodyguard woke up, so he dove forward, getting the mage in the chest with his shoulder and knocking him back. Everything in him screamed for him to go in for the kill, but he refrained - barely.
He needed to keep his feeling in check long enough to disable his opponent. "Fucking lucky," he muttered.