Whatever kind of monster their foe might be, some universal standards still applied. The need for sight, for example.

"Tniap ti kcalb."

Zachary conjured a mass of impossibly black paint, dousing their foe's head. Light even seemed to be bending around it, it was so black. The mage smiled to himself. Crimefighting isn't artistic use, right? Suck on that, Kapoor.