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Navigating through bleary signals and Constantine's direction, Hell really is a lovely place. Through what looked like the shallow outline of a town (minus anything that looked like people), and down and down, avoiding the locals, into desert.

Still, they haven't been turned wrong. Corrine can tell Caleb's signal is getting closer, there's maybe a few more miles between them. She's not quite sure why they're doing all this "shh!" moving, they could probably toss any stupid little thing they come across. One of them could just go ahead and retrieve him, and there wouldn't have to be all this walking.

Yeah, she's grouchy. It happens. And it looks like there's activity up ahead... there's certainly a lot of noise getting louder.

"That sounds like more of the 'not awesome'."

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*Lots of activity up ahead, still trying to clear up the odd energy readings enough to get an idea of numbers. Watch out for ambush... they don't seem to want us here much.*

"Oh, and Caleb's on the other side. He pissed somebody off that fast." She's just rolling her eyes now. Someone needs to smack him with a whiffle bat. "Well, we could just *fwip* on over there and tip toe out of here. Go home, call it a day."

*Far be it from me to be the voice of caution... but given how messed up spacial relations and the magical threads are here, I'd recommend teleporting right up there with Russian roulette.*

He's familiar enough with the types of demons that as soon as he can get an actual look at what's out there his face sets in a grim line.

"It's an army." And of course he's pissed people off, Caleb just sort of has that way sometimes. But this is family business and no one hates you like your family.

"Ellie's people, used t'be Nergal's with a few additions here an there. Not very nice people."

"Any weaknesses you know of that we can exploit?" Sand asks.

"Big, dumb an vicious enough t'rip your arm off for fun. Most of em are hard t'kill an she's got some with actual weapons beyond hands an teeth." He considers the question.

"Not really, they're completely whipped into a frenzy an there's too many of em t'draw off the threat. I'd say we're in trouble."

Trevor takes a peek himself, marveling at how many demons seem to want a piece of Caleb's ass.

"What do you know, we actually should have brought Amelia. Even if they didn't give her the time of day just out of professional courtesy, she could always whip out her checkbook."

Ditching the sarcasm, Trevor looks at Sand.

"So what does the superhero handbook say about what to do when you're outnumbered and out-gunned by hordes of the damned? Because the best I can come up with is to hit them hard enough and fast enough to get to Caleb before anyone dies, then run like Hell for the door."

"The book says let me keep them busy and you get Caleb out of there so we can all leave." The horns are back and her teeth are definitely sharper.

Corrine should not be laughing at a time like this. To Trevor, "They'd catch up with us long before we got out, 'specially if the doormen give us another headache. And I really like my arms."

Tefe's looking... weirder, but they said this would happen. "'Keeping them busy' wouldn't result in inevitable limb-loss? 'Cause grow back or not, that kind of sucks." And, yes, she heard what Travis said but anything to get them home faster. "This is real easy. I teleport over there, teleport back here plus one, go home. Even got 'distraction'. Easy. Ea-sy!"

Sand stares. There really isn't much in the superhero handbook. "Travis, your concerns are duly noted, but this is our only shot at getting out of here without bloodshed." He looks at Corrine. "Do us a favor and don't miss. Tefe, be prepared for additional distractions if something goes wrong." He then looks at Constantine. "If you have a better plan, sir, now would be the time to share."

Travis nods, not about to argue, given the odds. He focuses for a moment, having the ring keep an eye on Corrine's condition, having gotten used to filtering the information from his similar 'watches' on Ms. Lane and on Mar'i in the past.
*Alright, but you're our ticket out. I'm keeping track of you if this goes badly.* he sends to just Corrine.

"Only better plan'd to not be here right now." He shrugs, pretty much anything they do at this point will have to be making it up as they go. The weapon he brought with them won't kill this many and it would royally piss them off.

Blah, blah, blah. Army= bad, but dodging the thing completely makes it a whole lot less bad.

"Ten seconds, tops." And she's gone in a flash.

As the Outsiders observe the demons, so to do the demons notice the Outsiders. A group of skirmishers quietly make masterful use of the terrain to approach their enemies, and just as Corrine teleports away, two dozen snarling, toothy things descend from the hills on both sides, throwing a volley of alchemical explosive before charging their prey.

As though on cue, a small party of golems detaches from the main body of Ellie’s forces and begins a charge directly for the Outsiders.

Ah the one thing that most people forget is that Hell is not so much a landscape (although it is that too) but a reflection of those who rule it. The blood of a demon lord gives them control over the realm itself and can be used in so many ways.

Like redirecting a teleportation spell to alter where it ends up.

Suddenly Corrine is standing in front of a demoness instead of Caleb.

"My my, what have we here?"

Well, it would've been "ea-sy!" if she actually ended up where she intended to.

Instead, she's staring at Ellie. Crap! Now's a good time for 'get the HELL out of here'. She cracks an over-sized grin and attempts another teleport, this one just generally known as 'away'.

Except that when one controls what is here and there in Hell, away suddenly isn't really going anywhere. Corrine feels the teleport go things blink out, then in and she's still looking at Ellie. Who suddenly gives her own wide grin showing sharp teeth.

"Oh it's not that easy here, you really should know more about a place before you trespass." And her hand shoots out to grab Corrine by the neck, pricking the skin with sharp talons.

"Now would be the time t'start hittin' people." He's taking a few steps back since he's not exactly in the whole league of beating stuff up. He deals with demons other ways and they aren't going to be as good here.

Thankfully, a power ring is equally useful just about anywhere. 'Anything you can conceptualize, and will the be' is a nicely broad thing.
Granted, Travis isn't the best GL for toe-to-toe, he doesn't think in terms of raw firepower and impervious shields the way most naturally do, but he's still pretty effective at blunting the charge. Now if there just weren't so many.
Even as, once he picks a side to defend, the landscape rebels against them - rocks start flying in a whirl of literal fire and brimstone, sweeping up demons, and using them to batter more of their fellows. Downside - there's still plenty more sides, and an entire contingent of golems.

Oh, and distractions. With no obvious reason, Travis perks his head up with a quizzical look.
"Damnit."

The first demon to get too close is going to find out their mistake the hard way. Talons as long as fingers leave them shredded on the ground, the only limbs going astray right now don't belong to her.

The next demons will think twice before getting within range as they've never seen anything quite like Tefe. They quickly find that with her maleable body that 'out of range' isn't a real concept as they join the bodies on the ground.

The fire doesn’t seem to bother them very much, but the swarm of rocks breaks up their momentum as some stop their charge, and seek protection. But for every one that halts, two more advance, going after everything they come across.

Three of them find Sand and Hotshot, and begin a savage, unrelenting assault with their talons, trying to tear into their chests.

Others close in on Tefe, only to find themselves bested in close combat time and time again. After the first half dozen, the others begin skirmishing, trying to stay far enough away to evade her swipes while continuing to hurl alchemical explosives at her.

One leaps onto Brainwave from the side, tackling him to the ground and trying to bite chunks out of his face.

Unfortunately, the one claw finds an artery. And his vocal chords.

The psionic scream he unleashes echoes throughout the team as he falls unconscious.

Sand decides that the only thing he can TRUST down here, powers wise, is brute force. He focuses his abilities into raw strength and punches THROUGH the one on his chest, leaving demon blood on his fists. He also manages to get the other two off of Hotshot.

Unfortunately, at least twoenty more swarm Sand at this point. Claws flashing.

Cursing in surprise Hotshot back pedals, throwing up a solid wall of flame first as a barrier, and then using it to shove the demons away from himself and Sand.

A second later he's airborne and on the attack. Thermal attacks in this case would be like trying to drown a whale with a garden hose, so instead Trevor starts hurling solid fire balls with enough force to puncture steel, interspersed with napalm grenades to be used as blankets of solid fire

Research good. It doesn't help the blood now or what feels like poison fire in the wound. It's spreading and everything burns, the only thing she can think is taking such a close shot from the infernal. The world's getting unfocused.

Corrine grips one arm to her opponent's, lashing the other out at whatever is around and throwing out as much holy energy as she can muster through pain. It may get her away, at least. TRAVIS! And here's hoping he's still in a position to assist.

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