Explosions filled the air as the four armed Fiend continued to punch the mana array with its flaming fists, trying to penetrate the shield over Khisba so that it could crawl its way inside and burn everything to the ground, all while it flashed that hideous grin at the warriors who were trying to whittle it down with arrows and paltry spells.
Each punch cracked the barrier even more, destroying the mana within its surface and forcing the various mages powering the array to pour more of their mana into it lest it crack and let this Fiend in, and each punch carried with it the full unbridled strength of a Fiend determined to destroy everything around it.
The Fiend was a mass of ripping muscle shrouded in flames, and as it stepped into each of its punches it flapped its wings to create a backdraft to fuel its fire, empowering it even more and ensuring that the people of Khisba had a full view of what a Fiend was.