Anti mage

"Mock ta oct frlac mata pa oct tome." A book appeared before the devil; its ominous pages flutter and turn endlessly on their own. "Fla oct span fra ho mock hamish,"

An eye popped into existence, its petrifying stare sends shivers down the group's spines. The eye dilated, then it grew crimson, and in just a moment the ground beneath them disappeared, in its place a hellish laser. Escaping its grasp due to a new arrival "Arch mage Tamafell Iron."

"You fools couldn't wait for me to show, that would have surely meant death."

If the land was barren before, now it's a desert. The devil looked up eyes ajar in pere surprise at the new opponent. 

"Hamon tech…"

"Not so fast," and with the ease of baking a cake and eating it two." Destroy transmutation." 

The words in the devil's mouth are snuffed out. 

"Who said we needed your help?" Buck snared.

"Well mage how long has it been." Izac reached out his hand.

"Can you put us down so we can continue the fight?" Phill asked.

"It would be my pressure." Tamafell bowed.

The four of them lightly fall to the ground.

"Amish beskytter." Phill chanted and a symbol of a dog appeared on each of their foreheads.

"Oct…"

"Nope." 

The devil's spell disappeared.

"I'm so glad the famed anti mage is with us." Izac praised. 

The devil stomped its feet.

"Homa oct…"

"Just give up. The moment you let me cast my spell you entered my domain, it's foolish to think otherwise." 

The devil rushed forward, claws stretched long. Izac's sword slammed him to the ground. 

"Ma na Ma na Ma na Ma na!" It waled.

"Just kill the beast." Phill insisted. 

Izac lifted the sword, and the devil smiled a human smile, a smile of someone who won when they should have lost.

"Boom!" The beast Laughed.

His body transformed into a blazing inferno. KABOOM. The explosion could be compared to a nuke, the force it admitted flattened trees miles away. 

Tamafell was quick to act, activating a fortified barrier, even so the heat of the spell leaked through cutting and slicing at Tamafell, this in tow activates Phill's spell which transfers half the damage Tamafell took on to himself.

"Hele, hele, hele, hele…" Phill chanted until his mouth grew dry and his lungs buried, the healing spell could only do so much and eventually the protection spell dismantled, and there were no more healing spells to cast.

The explosion ended, and with it the once handsome charred body fell to the floor. Tamafell lay there dead withstanding an enormous amount of pain to his end. The rest aren't in much better states, but worse is Phill new deep inside that his wounds and scorched body can never be healed again, he knew he would never walk or hold a sword, smell the sweat air of the sea, or bed a woman, he was now no better than a vegetable.