Finally Jareth, battered even in his armor and magic, got the upper hand and struck Oberron down. With a moment of dark pleasure, he stood above the dead fey and buried his magic in his chest. The magic mixed with Oberron's conquered and over took it.
Jareth piked the corpse's head where he fell and turned from the fight, letting his troops finish the fight with fervor of winning. He searched for Lirael, still intimidating, ancient and unworldly as he looked. He had heard her being attacked.