Istredd was trained for years in every type of magic they had, and everyone was combat-ready, it was required. Mages in courts usually were relied on for diplomacy, but they were expected to be able to defend their king and kill at any turn too. He never went to a court, but they all had to be ready, an army within themselves. He didn't go to Sodden, but for a time, when he thought she was dead, he wished he had.

Training isn't the same thing as doing. In all ways, he is a lethal machine, yet one that hasn't had the trigger pulled. Fire is not encouraged in here but he doesn't need it, the ground perch he made for himself simply going back down where it belongs but it moves onto the Torcainse where it is thrashing.

Tendrils of dirt and grass curl onto it and hold it down too, tying it up in the very earth it treads on until there is truly no escape even if it got free of Lucifer's spear. There is a flash of light on the end of one of his free arrows as he does burn it to make this part easier for the beast. He doesn't want to torture it. It's still struggling up until the point he sinks the arrow underneath it, straight into its heart under the softer protected parts of flesh in one sharp movement.

It may be a flash of movement or his own instincts, considering his mind and mental magic is open right then, but it's not even a split second before a shield wraps itself around the two of them. Lucifer knows from experience that Istredd barely has to be aware for his barriers to snap up around them, as shown when he shattered all the glass. The shield is invisible outside of a ripple of illusion and also because a second torcainse came looking, possibly hearing the squeal of the other, and started moving toward Lucifer's back.

It bounces harmlessly off the shield when it tries to charge, getting steadily angry considering it can see them clearly through it and keeps trying. Istredd raises eyebrows at him.

Do they move in groups?