The figure drifted closer, just above the ground, before stopping in front of the group.
"I also smelt..." Marakel pointed at Barnabas. "You! I can smell your power. It is masked, but I can still..."
"Back away creature." Snarled Kralla.
"Silence!" Screeched Marakel. "You will bow in my presence!" It pointed a bony finger at the ground, pulling the parchment skin into a grimace of a smile.
They all felt the power of Marakels compulsion grip them like a vice. Crushing them to the ground. Kralla grunted, as she resisted.
"I said KNEEL!!"
Kralla dropped to one knee and bowed.