Julien stood up and brushed himself off. He then watched as the other two fought the figure. Julien put a hand on his hip, sword still in it, and with his other shielded the sun and squinted, trying to see what the figure was.
He noticed that it held a double blade, making it look more like a giant fork. It had a black cloak, though it was more like a sheet from a bed, allowing Julien to see a hat underneath that held it up. It was fast, but it was definitely human, and sometimes Julien could see the figure's feet, wearing gladiator shoes. Julien sighed, putting his hand down. The figure had magic, but it was from other objects, meaning Julien couldn't negate it. Julien raised his sword and whistled.
"Don't you love nature, despite what it did to you?" Julien said pointing at the figure. "I mean, that must be why your mom gave you that cloak. You look better with it on than with it off. Make's sense. I'm guessing that you practiced being this ugly. Wait," Julien smiled and waved his finger. "Or does it come naturally. Ha! I wonder how many times someone came up to you and asked what kind of creature were you before you finally used that cloak." The figure stopped what it was doing and looked at Julien. Julien paused, turned around and ran, the figure running after him.
"Kill it! Kill it!" Julien screamed, not looking behind him.