"Oh?" The abomination gives a nasty smirk. "Perhaps you'll actually pose a challenge."

Everything about its demeanor speaks to its boundless confidence in its power and the discipline its host had studied. In less than a second, it knows exactly what it wants to do, and starts tracing the appropriate glyph in the air.

That's when the clergyman runs up to the ice alien. "Ah, the teacher." If possible, the abomination's smirk goes sharper, wider. "How poetic. Now your student can teach you."

Completing the glyph, it puts its fist through the design, sending fire in the direction of Emily's friends.