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Anolani took back her port with a pout. The man freakin' stole her port! But it wasn't the time to be worrying about that - not with a Lucifex that someone refused to burn.

"Yeah, I got a lighter." She passed it to him before taking another swig of the port. She sighed, "Damn, and this was a really good bottle too." Meaning it was extremely alcoholic and sweet. Regardless, she took out the port and manipulated it so that it would become a part of her shield. "Want any help with burning the thing?" She carefully watched him from the corner of her eyes. Hmm. I doubt it'd be hard to manipulate this man to doing what I want. Let's see how useful he is in a fight.

Anolani watched as the man burned everything covered in alcohol, which was a good majority of the tentacles and stone-like Lucifex. Riiiight. Protect you with MORE alcohol while being surrounded by fire. That'll work. She dropped her liquid weapon in favor of uncapping the water bottles that were underneath the bar.

She also remembered two very important pieces of information. Where there's a bar, there's a sink to clean out the glasses. And where there's a fire inside a building, there's a sprinkler system. She ran through a door beside the bar and found the sink meant to wash dishes. She turned the faucet on, and let the water run. In order to keep the door from closing, she froze the hinges with her new sphere of water. She would have a good amount of water now - and if the sprinkler came on, she could freeze the damn Lucifex. I might accidentally end up freezing everyone else, too, but that probably won't happen. If it does, oops.

Victor's shadowspikes brought jets of boiling stone from the Lucifex's shell, and it thrashed more (often ineffectually) at its surroundings, before wrapping two tentacles around rafters in the vaulted ceiling and yanking itself upwards.

And then A BULL struck it, entangling its horns in the tentacles. The entire alcohol coating lit up from a flying lighter impacting the Lucifex while the bull ripped it down by the tentacles, bending a rafter almost in half before the final tendril lost its grip. The bull rampaged forward and slammed the Lucifex against the wall, then moved away. As the bull backed off, the Lucifex shot two tentacles at it, grabbed it by its legs, and slammed it down at a mage in a black-and-silver military uniform, who extended his hands and blocked the entire weight of the strike.

A Panzermagus, clearly.

The irritated Lucifex, screeching wildly as it burned, threw the bull sideways, crushing a too-slow gunner against a window panel as he dodged awkwardly. The sprinklers began to go off and the Panzermagus, nodding at Victor and Anolani, threw a field up above the Lucifex, keeping the water from washing the great demon's flaming coating away.

The Lucifex's uninterrupted screeching grew into an enraged roar, and it swung by its tentacles to slam its central statue-like body at the bar.

The Lucifex yanked itself upward, fleeing the searing spikes. It bounced off the Panzermagus' field and began to lash out at anything nearby before resuming its attack on Anolani behind the bar, turning its body sideways and hurling itself over, bearing down on Anolani from above.

The Lucifex smashed against the rack of bottles against the back of the bar, dousing itself in more alcohol. It burst outward through the bar, not bothering to lift itself over it and slammed someone who was throwing glowing knives at it towards Anolani and Victor.

James focused furiously, operating quickly. He dispelled the demonic bull, preventing it from being used as a weapon, then re-summoned it charging again.

The myth of the bull in the china shop has been proven wrong (at least according to Mythbusters). Apparently bulls, in fact, are capable of fine motor control. This one also happened to be a demon, which didn't hurt.

So when it exploded over Victor's shoulder, it didn't even come close to harming them, nor to striking the flying human being. Instead it rammed forward into the Lucifex head on, furiously bellowing and burning.

Victor backed up a little, cracking his neck. "How about if everyone hits this damn thing at the same time?" he called, raising his voice as loud as he could. He was rapidly growing tired of this.