Merlin frantically finished the spell he was muttering, and climbed to the ground. He still had two more traps to enchant, but those would have to wait... He had thirteen spread around the lower town, as well as two in the upper town where he and Arthur had manged to sneak the previous night. The whole idea was that as soon as any demons flew beneath the beams, the magic wards would prevent them from leaving, until their energy had been drained. At which point, the trap would prepare to the same thing again. He was hoping that the demons kept to the pattern of flying in close knit groups, so they could trap more at the same time.
As soon as his feet hit the floor, they were nearly swept out from under him as a crowd of young men from the lower town, armed with everything from pitchforks and torches to sticks and slingshots, ran past him. He pressed himself to the wall till they were past and head off towards the tavern.

Arthur ran down the street, closely followed by a band of his knights. He had left Peredur at the Tavern, to inform Merlin that he had left for the wall. Perdur had wanted to accompany him, but he was still weak, as Merlin had not had a chance to fully heal his wound. Arthur paused as the thought crossed his mind, before continuing on. In the last few days alone, he had come to take Magic for granted... When this was over, things would have to change...
Screams started to fill the air as they neared the wall, and the sight that met them made them freeze. There were six Morganas stood throughout the street, blasting people from all sides. Not only that, but demons were surrounding the different copies of her, preventing anyone from approaching her. After the initial burst of surprise, Arthur and the rest jumped into action, fighting the human guards that were protecting and fighting for Morgana. Here, at least, they could do some good.

Merlin arrived to find the Tavern empty, aside from Sir Peredur. He cursed as he heard that Arthur had already left, and wasted no time in fully healing Peredur. Together, they set off, running, for the wall.
It was less than two minutes later that they both arrived to a scene of chaos. The buildings around the area had been levelled by blasts of Magic, and the dead littered the ground. After an initial burst of panic, Merlin spotted Arthur and Gwaine surrounded by a knot of Men, their armour indicating they were the remnants of Cenreds men... who had obviously thrown their allegiance behind Morgana. He motioned to Peredur, and they both head off in their direction. With blasts of magic and sword strokes, they clearred a path to the others, arriving to find them just finishing up. Arthur grinned up at him,
"And its nice to see you too Merlin. What took you so long?" His gaze turned to Peredur and he frowned, "I thought I told you to..."
"Wait until I was healed..." he interrupted, "Yes Sire, And as you can see, Im fine." He gestured to the, now scarred, wound on his back. Arthur had no time to argue as a group of Demons caused them to duck. He turned to Merlin.
"We need to get them to the lower town..."
Merlin thought for a moment.
"Leave that to me..." he assured Arthur, starting to run towards the street "I have just the thing..."
Arthur watched, bemused, as Merlin ran towards the street leading to the lower town.
"You know," he said to Gwaine, "Ive always said that I could never figure him out... "

Merlin ran towards the lower town, and turned to face the battle when he was sure that he would be far enough away to have a decent headstart. Summoning his magic, he started to murmur a spell, and almost immediately, a blue orb started to form in his hands. A few seconds later, he had six of them circling his hands and a bright jet of light formin in the centre of them. Taking careful aim, he propelled the orbs in different directions, directly into th hoardes of demons surrounding the copies of Morgana. When they had just disppeared from view, he mentally released the pent up energy and was rewarded with sharp shiek as each of the demons was blasted with the same power that had repelled them in the forest. At such short range, he got the additional bonus of several vaporising on the spot, wheras others seemed almost blinded. He stengthened the jet of light in his hands, almost as a beacon to the demons, and sure enough they were attracted to it. With Morganas control over them temporarily disrupted, he could lead them to the lower town, and the traps he had set. The ony problem with that was that he now had legions of demons, from hell, on his tail. With a snap salute to Arthur, he turned and ran towards the lower town.

Gwaine shook his head, trying to stifle a laugh.
"Well Arthur, In response to the question that has been bugging you for quite some time, I think we can honestly say he is both brave and stupid..." He started to run after Merlin, "I had better make sure he doesn't get himself killed..." he called back to Arthur.
Arthur nodded and turned back to face the guards that had previously seemed so powerful, and grinned as the saw the expressions on their faces. Even more amusing were the expressions on the Morganas' faces... That is, until they started using magic and sending men flying into walls and piles of rubble. Running forward, they were soon lost to sight in the mass of fighting men.
However, it was not long until all of the fighting momentarily ceased, in response to a huge shrieking cry and a tower of blue light, both emanating from the lower town.
But Arthur had no time to focus on this, as he found himself hemmed in from all sides by enemies. Stabbing one through the back, and trusting Percival to finish him off, he turned to face the other four, raising his sword to parry a weak blow and delivering one of his own. The event of only a few moments before pushed to the back of his mind as instinct took over.

Merlin turned his head again, and was pleased to see that another of his traps had claimed victims. That was nine so far... However, for every one trapped, ten came to their senses and started to attack him, and he could only keep blasting at them for so long... He came to the open square and had to pause and catch his breath. Ducking behind a heap of barrels, he managed to get his breath back, and a few ideas came into his head, all of which he dismissed as insane and ridiculous... A heightened tempo in the demons screeching ade him peer through a gap in the barrels, and his breath caught in his throat as he saw Gwaine surrounded by the demons. Cursing, he jumped up. Running towards him, he shouted,
"When I say leave it to me, maybe you should think it through Gwaine!"
The sudden movement attracted the demons attention and he halted in the middle of the square. In an effort to distract them from Gwaine, he started to form another orb, but not before a small group of the demons enveloped Gwaine, forcing him to his knees. The sight of one of them waving a blood red dagger did it, conjuring thoughts of every painful encounter, dangerous rescue, long kept secret, death, loss, belief and parts of himself he had ever suffered. Merlin found a core of strength and poured it into the orb. As the torrent of power manifested itself, the demons seemed drawn to it and Gwaine was soon forgotten. As the blue stream grew, it widened and started to tower above Merlin, so that he was eventually enfolded in the blue light...
Only it was not just light, it seemed to thrum with energy and it obeyed his slightest thought... As if by a whim of instinct, he sent it spiralling out to encompass every one of the red bodies that now hovered, frozen, around the square. Trapped, they seemed to awaken and struggle... but it was no use. Within seconds, the light had them all trapped... But now what? Merlin didnt want to massacre entire legions of the Demons which left him only one option. Pulling at the energy, he sifted through the minds- if they could be called that- past the rage and inhuman emotions until he found images of what could be nothing but other-worldly... And he willed them there. It was as simple as that. Opening a doorway into a world not of his own, with a single thought... As the doorway opened, the blue light flared and shot upwards, towering above everything, even the tall towers of the castle itself. As the light flared, every one of the demons screeched, in unison, before seemingly vanishing... but Merlin could see what they saw... feel the longing they felt and had to fight the urge to follow them. Wrenching himself from them, he collapsed the tear in the veil and felt the power rebound into him, giving the impression that he could do anything... As the last dregs of the power returned to him, he had a sudden urge to sleep... and couldn't resist it. The last thing he saw was Gwaine running towards him, shouting his name...