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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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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.

They press their attack, foregoing finesse in favor of sheer numbers. When Sand incapacitates one, two more take it’s place.

Hearing Hank's mental scream tips her the wrong way and she wades in to help Sand. The landscape around them is starting to move with her, knocking demons back or into her claws.

She's not noticing too well what she's hitting, just making sure that something is under her claws at all times.

She turns out to be somewhat more than the demons bargained for. This one is clearly out of their league, so they abandon their dead, and run. They're just simple skirmishers, after all. It's their place to bloody the enemy and probe his defenses, not to stand toe to toe with their strongest.

The golems are closing quickly, though, as the ground begins to shake from so many thousand-pound stone creatures in a full charge.

She turns to face the Golems.

"Everyone behind me."

It's seems ludicrouse that this tiny girl is going to face down the charge. But she doesn't plan to meet them head on. Instead the ground begins to move and soften, she's trying to suck them down into the ground.

It works. Those in the front are caught unaware, with those immediately behind them unable to halt their own momentum in time. Those in the rear find the firm footing they need to stop only by trampling their comrades, and burying them even more deeply. Out of twenty or so that began the charge, six remain, and are slowly making their way back to the main body of Ellie’s force.

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

Trevor’s solid-fire slams into several of them, punching through their chests with ease. Some of them are stopped, and fall motionlessly to the ground. Others press on despite their injuries, pressing Trevor just as hard as they can.

Sand manages to repel the first two, but another wave is right behind them, plowing into both Sand and Hotshot. The wall of solid fire breaks at best redirects their momentum, as they choose to go around the flame rather than climb over it.

"Damnit!" Travis repeats out loud, not appreciating the irony, as he hears two psychic screams at once. He focuses for a moment, and a wave circulates out from him, unravelling every magical pattern it reaches, no subtlety, just using what he knows about finding the energy patterns in magical things... including these hordes immediately on him, finding a scarred string, and /pulling/.
It doesn't radiate out very far, but gets him some room... to disappear.

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