"They should, but I'm going to re-do things for extra protection," Stephen replied as his magic flared; Cloak flared on either side him too, looking like an agitated peacock - and rightly so, since clearly they were gearing up for a fight. "Once we take care of this wave, I mean."
The thought of losing such an important food source made his stomach twist into knots - he wouldn't let it happen. Not to the people here. Not on his watch.
Then he tapped one fist into the palm of his opposite hand. Once he did, mandalas flashed into existence over his knuckles as he drew both arms into a fighting stance, shedding sparks onto the ground - he'd see which Eldritch construct would be best (probably a sword, honestly - he and Michelle would match) or he'd just portal the hounds away in pieces. His sling ring was slipped over his fingers just in case. "Never a dull moment, hm?"