As opposed to what the Summoner might have expected, Abaddon didn't fall to his knees or become overwhelmed with pain and fatigue when he attempted to reabsorb the essence of the fiery gryphon. Abaddon wasn't dumb, he knew quite well how risky taking in another magical being's power could be, but having done that many times before he had a passive ability of filtering out foreign influence as it became overtaken by his magic.

That didn't mean ALL of the Summoner's magic was "purified" though, especially since he had taken it back from Abaddon mere moments after it had entered his second mouth. Unfortunately for the Summoner though, nothing Abaddon had affected with his magic was "healthy" to others.

"Run away you arrogant babbler, and be cursed with an affliction that will remind you of your futility against me until the time comes for me to kill you for sure!"

The Summoner was filled with energy, sure, but it would flee from him quicker than ever. Using his own magic would gradually hurt and weaken him, noticeably at that. Abaddon hoped his new foe wouldn't die before their next reunion, it'd be a same not to get to tear into his flesh!

Within a split second, the Summoner was gone. Abaddon growled, and now that most of the fighting was over, pain began to set into his body. The Summoner's last attempt to damage him hadn't hurt him, but some of the attacks from the battle woth him and the other creatures took their toll... particularly that damned fire gryphon's.

"Feed."

There were enough corpses and fleeing creatures to help him restore himself. He had to wonder what was going on deeper inside...