"Holy crap!" Duilin yells, he jumps up into the air, dose a back flip and lands down on the ground
<span style='color:blue'>I like these wings.</span>
Duilin closes his eyes for a few seconds, he then opens them, and they are glowing yellow, like they were when he first revealed his deamon form.
He then raised his hand pointing toward the Balrog, he then blasted a fireball at it.
The Balrog didn't even flinch (You know, fire vs. deamon, no use). Duilin then made a stupid look, noticeing his stupid idea. He then took out his new mallet and then jumped into the air, his feet pointing at the Balrog, but as soon as he came closer to it he swung his mallet infront, flipping him over and smacking the balrog right in the chest, the creature roared in pain, and smacked him away, he flew back a few feet and slid on the ground a few feet more, he droped his mallet as he hit the ground, it layed there a few feet away from him.