Belphegor lets out a cry of pain as its energy is leeched from its body. Like most living beings, its not incredibly fond of things trying to kill it. Dylas orders it to keep marching, however, and it unleashes Hurricane at the nearest enemy while its master readies and casts Prismatic Missiles again. If they want to make the terrain more difficult to move around on, Dylas and Belphegor will just stand back and cast spells instead.

"Eat shit! Or...light. Assholes."