"Now there's another problem solved," Northy grinned, showing the fangs of a monster.
"There doesn't seem to be enough to last us more than a day…" Harland noted, eyeing the monsters and the surviving demons. "I imagine in that form, you might have quite the appetite."
"Nonsense, you fool. You think I'll be taking food from your mouth when I've barely got days to live? It's not as if it's going to extend the time I have anyway. My wind has already blown completely out," Northy said. He said it in almost a jolly fashion, despite the nature of his impending doom.
There was a silence that followed after that. Victory they might have won, but it was a tainted victory, when they would be losing yet more survivors, when the summoning magic finally wore off.
"Is good," Borne said, doing the same, and waving the fish away. "Not for me. For you. Before go, do all that we can."