The market

[Maero]

Mickal was soon bombarded with all the balls of light and his golden red blood spilled with each blow. "Graaa what are you?!" He growled in extreme frustration was he slashed wildly at the nearest orbs, his sword thirsting for magic as were his claws. He still didnt seem to feel the pain coming form the blows, but the damage to his body was unmistakable, and soon he was leaning against the wall, battered and bloodied with more broken bones then he cared to count.

(Im telling you, Mickal's trump is a doozy, they will need Alex's help from the outside to actually kill Mickal)