Team Jo - Ron - John - Harry - Jaina
John stared at the demons, gazing at them. Then he nearly gasped, breaking eye contact. It was true evil. He could not even scan their minds properly. It was like a block of thorns and corruption. It was twisted, warped.. alien, perhaps? It was truly worse than any mind he had encountered. "They must be dealt with soon," he said then, a sense of urgency in his voice. The feeling he got was worse than any phantom he had caught before. He wished yet again that his crystal was still intact. But it wasn't.. so they had to make do in other ways.
He grabbed the marker and quickly set to work. He drew upon the floor, copying each line, each arcane, glyph-like detail that he had memorized from what he learned. John was always one to pay attention. Once the Trap was done, looking down at the good sized drawing, he looked at the others. "Ready." He then rushed to the one on the other side of the room, though closest to him, a red trail behind him. He grabbed one of the men by the arm and.. flew?
His eyes flashed red briefly as he confronted the demon. It was a bit of a struggle, trying to pull him.. but he eventually managed it, though not without taking a few punches. He soon hovered above the trap, and set the man down on it. He looked toward Ron and Jain, then at Jo. "The trap is now secure.. how many do you suppose we could fit in it?"