Azaroth himself was their natural enemy. At the moment, he had only one fire skill, but it should be up for the job. As the monsters surrounded him and the others fought back, he shouted at them, "Get down!"
Of course, they didn't obey him. They were fighting for their lives while they were hungry and tired. Azaroth was too, but he was also tired in another way.
He transferred his sword to his left hand and used it to stop a monster from clawing at his face. Then, with the formation solidly in his mind, Azaroth activated.
Fire jetted from his hand like water forced from a hole. A whoosh sounded as his attack slammed into two monsters at once and sent them spinning back.
They were made of dried wood, so they caught fire and started screaming all over the rocky room. Azaroth turned to the others as all the monsters now focused on him. "Get down," he said again, and this time, they obeyed him without any hassle.
