Arnir startles as the devil reappears next to him. Bow in hand, he takes a 5-foot-step back to K5 while keeping his eyes locked on the hellish abomination before him. Sweat is pouring down his face, and he clenches his jaw in fierce concentration, barely able to mouth the words required for his spell. Holding both hands out before him about a foot apart, a crackling ball of electricity forms, and quickly grows until it is a roiling mass of terrifying energy, then, suddenly it flashes out in a beam of white hot arcing lightning, straight at the devil.