Arkan rose slowly to his full height, standing above Joshua. As the man spoke he simply stood still and made no acknowledgement to the question he asked, though he was painfully aware of what he was saying. Perhaps a bit of something, his old self, had awoken when his name was uttered. It was not entirely unforeseeable, as he was being commanded by an intellect vastly superior to his own and if he wanted to be free again, he needed an assemblance of thought.

As Joshua pointed at the two mages coming at them, Arkan's gaze followed. He understood well enough that the man was telling him to kill them but only after he charged him up, which he found unnecessary, but welcome. He saw Joshua get attacked and somewhere in his mind he hoped he would die but this did not happen. The man absorbed their magical energies, just like he could and then fired at Arkan. He was already nourished but the more magic he contained the better. 

He picked up his sword, turned to face the mages and began to walk towards them. As they volleyed magical attacks at him, he was hit time and time again to no effect but simply being physically annoying. The magic coursed through him and his walk became a run, then he vanished right as he was before them in a puff of dark shadow. 

He appeared behind the adept, his cold presence flooded the man before he was cut down, Agony had sliced a large portion of his left shoulder in two. The look on the adepts face was pure horror as he grasped him and sucked the magic from his body.

The sigilist had ample time jump away from Arkan and had done so. From a distance he screamed again but Arkan simply dropped the husk of the adept and ran over to the sigilist. He swung at him but the sigilist was light on his feet and dodged with ease, pulling out a spectral sword of his own and jabbed at Arkan. The blade hit but shattered as it touched his armor and then Arkan used that moment of confusion to grab the man by the right arm, then stab him through his stomach. He fed off his energies too.

It was delicious.