Re: Painted Andravian Black.
Ozzy snarled, and pushed his way past the others, drawing runes on the cave where the demons could be heard, laying a spell to raise a rock wall between the demons and the heroes. That, at least, would hopefully slow them down.
"Gate, get us outta here, now! Move move move move move!" he said, hoping that he was fast enough to get his spell off before the demons came.
{{Meg, he's got residual aura from *my* magic, and I haven't cast any spells on any other demons. I don't think that any demons would be able to specifically replicate my magical residue, either. His body has clearly changed, Meg, I'm not really surprised that his scent did, too. Heck, I'm surprised you can smell anything through all the fire and brimstone.}}