Hey, capes are handy. Joscelin is head to toe in mourning colors, all blacks and grays and muted purples. His cloak certainly adds dramatic emphasis to the whole affair, even if it's worn by someone barely four feet tall.

He's fast on Luke's heels when he spots Mr. Science Fiction lob a huge rock at the approaching horde (using...what? magic? the power of his mind?) and rushes a little girl out of harm's way. Good. At least he's handy in a fight. The boy grips his stolen knife all that tighter and rushes towards the morass of goblins and flying wolf things. As he passes--far faster than he should be capable of--it becomes evident that he's far more than a mere child. His face has become something twisted and demonic, all long fangs and red eyes. He sinks his knife into the chest of a goblin and then reaches up and rips its throat out with his teeth.

He disappears under a pile of goblins after that, only to reemerge a short while later, covered in blood that is not his own, shorn of his handy cloak and knife. "I could use one of those flying boulders of yours right about now, Skywalker!" he calls over to Luke.