Even Lezard was granted pause as the weapon blows a hole clean through the thing, but also granted himself a little property damage. It was enough that he had to shake his head, even if he knew damned well that he may very well do the same once the remainder of his magic was unlocked.

The assault to the face and body slows its approach, leaving behind a face of warped ice and a hole clean through it, anyone able to peek through it and see the vineyard. The imps moved quickly to try and seal the hole, sacrificing their own souls into patching up their master.

As it stood, a solid, relentless assault was needed for this creature. Perhaps Keroro was right- so long as the imps were ignored, they could keep patching up the larger wretch. He reached into his own soul, and prepared only more magic.

"Ha! A strategy! It would be my pleasure..." But there was still a matter of the demon itself, who turned and slammed a fist into the ground, calling forth a minor tremor, a wave of ice and snow coming the group's way. Lezard gave his resonance a brief boost, like a punch of adrenaline. The outline of those imps on the demon's body were suddenly clear as day, and the Spellbook took any fatigue between them upon himself. He could deal with the exhaustion later, so long as Lily remains in one piece...