Loxley is only slightly slower than the fireball that Matthias shoots from hands and staff, skidding to a halt on gritty ice in time to see the roll of a demon's head. He looks to Richard, and the funneled steam of his exhale is sharp, connoting a measure of relief.

Short lived. A demonic growl emanates a little further into the cavern, and then another, joining the one that Athessa had already spied that pivots to them now.

"Ah," he says.

And then dives in, green flaming flickering along the length of his rapier.