Mordred's grip tightened upon his spear, knowing that it would not kill the beast alone, yet he was ready to strike. His arm raised, moving to the ready to spit the demon's heart to his spine, and then he felt the wind beside him move, and the demon was sent flying.
"Wizards" he muttered under his breath, his disdain of them barely held back at the fact that the demon had already killed an innocent woman. "Keep away from Mjolnir, whatever you do, Do not touch it!" He fairly shouted these words, not wanting the sacred hammer to be defiled by their arcane touch, and trying to protect them from whatever it would do.
With those words still echoing in the air, he surged forth, spear thrusting forth, ready to kill the best.
((I gotta head off to bed, work early tomorrow morning))