Tithenai decided this was the best time to make for it. As she shuffled frantically out the back door, Belvidon and I jointly tackled the Leader to keep him from following. Sylie and Onslaw were back on their feet, too, so I finally felt like we had the Leader under control. He was outnumbered four to one and I kept a firm grip on his shoulder to ensure that he couldn't go anywhere without dragging me along for the ride.
A huge fireball came hurtling into the room through the opening in the wall, bowling my three allies over and leaving a long painful burn along my spine. Four new demons poured in and took what appeared to be a defensive position so that a fifth could sneak in behind them and collect Zyzyfus's body.
"Leave him," I barked as authoritatively as I could.
The demon holding Zyzyfus's head looked at me and laughed. It wasn't a sneer or a chuckle. It was a hearty, squinty-eyed belly laugh. Then he put a hand around Zyzyfus's arm and teleported him to safety.
I'd had enough of surprise visits and elusive enemies.
"Okay, fuck this," I growled. Then, as Gus would have said, I unleashed hell. I flew into a wild rage, tossing energy, flames, furniture and people in every direction. Books erupted from shelves, wood splinters pierced the walls and the carpet smoldered in patches. In the midst of my chaos, I teleported rapidly, destroying three of Zyzyfus's four remaining rescuers before they could flee. I was so focused on the destructive venting of my frustration that I didn't realize my friends were ducking for cover or, in Belvidon's case, teleporting to somewhere that wasn't a war zone.
By the time I calmed down, the Leader was nowhere to be seen. That didn't do much in the way of soothing my anger.