Aegis neared the growing cloud of smoke just behind Aenarion, not a magical cloud, that much he was certain of. Chanting softly as he stretched out his left hand, Aegis blew gently into the thick black cloud. After a few brief seconds the smoke was rolling in the other direction down the street. There, in the center of the street stood the creature, a towering, muscular mass of daemon. From the corner of his eye he saw Zept, leaping from the building and drawing his sword. A sense of urgency fell over the mage, no one was certain of this being's intentions, yet it seemed everyone was ready to take a stab at him. Aegis preferred to take a more diplomatic approach when confronting such creatures, as they are often misunderstood and tormented. "Hold!" He cried out at Zept, but it was too late, the young one was rushing in on the creature.