[Magnus's PoV]
"He's really not going to help?! Since when was a dwarf more useful than Captain!" Magnus exclaimed as he threw a fireball at a group of squires behind Sylus, instantly engulfing them in flames.
"He's busy drinking. A damned fool, if ye ask me." Sylus responded as he shot down a squire who was looking to take advantage of a distracted Magnus.
The demon army continued pressing them from all sides, driving them away from the tavern and to a building on the other side of the marketplace. Inside this building were numerous trinkets of the past and articles from a day before all this pain and suffering.
By this point, the dwarf and Vakir knew that they had saved a majority of the civilians. Now the fight was simply for their own survival—
"Mom!" A young yet sharp voice cut through the air from 3 buildings away.