Baalzebul's reaction was on of pure, blind rage. The winds seemed to be targetting him and he was being pulled steadily towards the portal. The archdevil snarled and he bared his pointed fangs at Yami,
"Little fighter, I will not go so easily!"
Tentacles burst from his back in a withering mass.
From his position in the grove Asgwrn fought to keep the portal open. It was difficult... more difficult than he could have imagined. Despite his preformance against Baalzebul he still wasn't fully recovered from the head wound he'd received two days ago.
"Yami... please hurry!"
The Shadowblade herself was busy. Baalzebul had halted his progress into the portal by clinging to various trees and rocks. She sliced out at another tentacle that was trying to seize her. Baalzebul would have thrown her into the Hells insead of him.
Yami, we must make him let go! Rhuthr was clinging to the ground, his shadowy limbs joining the nearby trees in a frantic dance.
The warrior, robbed of her elven grace by the powerful winds began to make her way to a stand of nearby trees where most of Baalzebul's tentacles were attached.
Her black katana swung again, singing its deadly song.
Sweat ran in a torrent down Asgwrn's back and brow. Dark strands of hair stuck to his forehead. The colour had drained away from his face. The elven archmage trembled weakly, the ropes around his waist the only things keeping him up.
He would not be able to keep this portal open for much longer.
It was only a few seconds later when disaster struck. Yami, concentrating on reaching the trees did not notice the tentacle until it was too late.
Her waist was seized and she was pulled away, additional tentacles appearing to tie her wrists together.
"With your blood, little fighter," Baalzebul rose in front of her, sillouetted in front of the glowing portal, "this portal will close..." he glanced at Yami's weapon, still held in her hands, "Marwolaeth the Death Bringer... a powerful weapon indeed," his hand reached out to take it...