(Lots of posts. If I miss anything, just tell me. I'm tempted to have my Asmodee character come outside and call Skarfang shorty. He's a ten footer, and built like a tank. But with all the other stuff going on, it might seem out of place.)
Zoshonel had become unsure of what to do, so he simply moved to the roof of the bar to try to keep anyone from entering. He tried to keep a good eye on Parker, though he felt a little lost. Like, he could continue fighting Skarfang, but the Ork seemed to be less dangerous than the demon.
Meanwhile, Belzar had begun watching the fight from a safe distance. He was hesitant to throw in, as no one else in the fight was someone he could call an ally.
The Vampire connected on his attack, but was slow in getting out of the way. Well, slow for him. The sword cut into his midsection, and dark fluids ran out. He used his energy to make a temporary patch, until the wound eventually closed. The Demon gestured to him, and he thought over how to next attack.
Energy surrounded his hands, making dark claws. Wings of energy formed on his back, and he took flight. Above the demon, he flew, and shot down to attack. He bared his fangs to begin draining the demonic blood from the creature, to syphon energy from it.
