"Time for some ultraviolence!" Syraleth grins, her wing lashing out behind her and sending a wall of dust and grit rolling through the team before she explodes forward, barreling toward the beckoning Maribelle.
The demon is a blur of black plate and crimson wings, tearing a smoking streak of fire and fury through the earth beneath her as she reaches Maribelle in half a heartbeat, wind screaming off her in a pressure wave that flattens the grass for yards in every direction and rattles loose armor plating on everyone still standing. Then, she suddenly vanishes into a puff of smoke a dozen paces short of impact with Maribelle's waiting blade, gone as suddenly as she'd appeared.
