Seeing they were under attack again, he rushed forward and grabbed her around the waist, practically throwing her through the portal with him as it snaps shut behind them.
Suddenly, it's quiet. The sounds of the city are just a faint buzz within the scrapyard. Not only do most people not go there, besides the workers, but there also seemed to be a noise dampener spell through out the area. Not extremely powerful, just enough to dampen the sounds of the louder crashes and banging going on, while allowing for normal conversational volumes.
Beside her were the threee stooges, still unconcious. And one armored tiger centaur, laying on his side and panting. His mana is weak, spent, and his skin is slowly turning more silver as he lays there.
around them, if she notices, are faint precenses. A mixture of shadow and mana, with signatures of contracted familiars.