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"Indeed" Kiritanek responded, looking to the sky as shadows started to flit in the dark sky. "I thank you for accompanying me. As I understand your strength shall be more then needed without the assistance of your staff." He smiled at the Zaggyar, encouraging.

A screech from the sky raised a cry as the shapes in the sky dropped down towards the ground. In a moment Kiritanek's scimitar, until presently unnoticed at his side, was drawn and ready. The gargoyles descending with frightening speed, in other parts of the city some made it to the ground and some encountered the armoured patrols. Sounds of battle began to spring from around the streets, at the moment on a few cries rung from mouths. A few of the grey skinned beings made their way towards the two standing in the open. These the shaman spotted. In a moment of concentration he swung his arm out, fingers apart and palm facing towards the descending monstrosities. The water vapour in the air around the Tui's appendage cooled with the power of his magic and began to shape itself into shards of ice hovering just above the spell caster's hand. With a simple closing of his fist the shards were propelled into the air, the once empty sky around the diving gargoyles filled with the icy projectiles. Three fell, pincushions of ice and crashed at the Shaman's feet. Two had managed to avoid the shower and continued their journey towards Kiritanek and Toun. The Shaman had just briefly expending himself with the last spell and would not be able to deal with the grotesque survivors.