The Shaman stared at the wall intently. Words dripped like venom from his mouth to keep the spells flowing.
Inside the building the warrior hit the wall harder to break free from the words that echoed inside his brain and drove him madder by the second.
"Father, he is strong." His daughter standing by his side said to him.
"I know, but I can hold him inside. He will not live to see the light of this day" he said.
In the darkness, the warrior could do nothing to ease the pain but hit the wall harder and harder. His shoulders took the strain and he didn't know what would break first, him or the wall.
"Father we can still leave, let him be. We can come back tomorrow"
"No!" The Shaman shouted, "I must kill this demon today, for tomorrow I might not be able to catch him."
Cracks slowly snaked their way in the wall. Bits and pieces of mortar started their slow journey to the ground below.
The Shaman chanted faster but to no effect, the wall was breaking.
Finally the warrior broke through and soon the Shaman's dead body slumped to the ground.
The warrior looked at the Shaman's daughter, enveloped her in his arms, and said,
"Thanks for the counter spells, my love."