Aspel/Ari/Jareth/Kiernan
Jareth had jumped out of the way just as the fire flooded the battleground, and he stared, momentarily shocked by the destruction. Fire wasn't something he liked, and to watch it wash over the undead and decimate them only further fed into his fear. The creature stood tall, smug and confidant as it faded.
It had done something similar the last time he saw it, but now, rather than believing it gone and vanquished, he knew that it had simply disappeared, returning to whence it had come. Awaiting Ari's orders.
He turned to look at her, the petite, diminutive bard that had seemed like so much additional baggage in a battle. Just a little, he thought he was starting to understand exactly what Aspel saw in her.
Suddenly remembering that he had not seen Aspel since the monster appeared, he quickly took in the field, locating her not that far away. She looked bad, and he closed the distance between them, digging a potion from his pockets. She needed it far more than he did. "Here," he said softly, pressing it into her hand before turning to Ari. He may have a better appreciation for her, but now that the shock had worn off, he was pissed. "What the fuck was that? And where in the seven hells did it come from?"