Fenris had moved before he even thought about it, using the power granted in his brands to fade, ghost like. Flanking tactics were something he excelled at, harassing the demons from the sides, corralling them ever inwards. Every time one of them took a swipe at him, he side-stepped it easily. There was magic in the air all around him, he could feel it through the lyrium, but he concentrated on what he had to do - getting the demons to a point where they could be destroyed.