Jon was not amused by the clone, and when Mordu started to summon demons he growled. “Fool, this power will be your undoing… if you were smart you would see that this tainted power is a poison, but your kind always do the stupidest things possible while claiming to be smarter than those around you.” Since the scrambling plan didn’t work, the Steel Seraphim decided to stop holding back - Mordu wasn’t even on the Astral Plane and demons didn’t get a pass from him like mortals did so Jon roared and let his magic flow freely around him like a wildfire of golden flame crackling with white sparks of electricity. Holding out his hands he began to make the gestures for a spell. "Datorum et ferri acie tenere!"
Weaving his spell, he conjured a fusillade of iron spears that flew upwards and into the horde of demons before chains burst from the wounds to restrict their movement and clump them together in a spherical net - Kent would need breathing room to close the portals and while Jon couldn’t completely stop the flow, he could jam traffic a bit. “Fate! This spell will not hold them for long! Whatever you’re going to do, now is the time!” Hope was visibly straining to maintain his spell, gritting his teeth and using somatic gestures having unsummoned his spear to free both hands to cast. Why did mortals always summon demons or undead? They were such a pain in the ass to restrain or banish. And as an evoker and conjurer Jon couldn’t close portals, he could only throw things at whatever came out of them and hope for the best. At least he didn’t get translocation sickness anymore, the first two months on Earth had been rough to adjust to and ‘portal puke’ was something Raven’s wards would have never let him live down if they’d seen it. “It’s always demonic portals...ugh, spatial magic is bullshit.”