Her hands had flown to her ears the second the dolls had come into view, and they remained clamped to her head. She'd watched them ove out impassively, and seen firsthand the demons marksmanship.  She slowly drew her hands away, and listened to the aftermath of the explosions. Safe to say the roads were pulverized. She strode forward and collected a few chunks of concrete and rock, imbedding them, sharp, jagged sides up, in the ground. Anyone foolish enough to travel here, despite the obvious destruction, could stumble over this message; periculo mortis spelled neatly into the dirt.<br/>Durjaya's exclamation made her snort. Too much noise, these guns and explosives. She had to admit, however, thay they reduced the time and work they had to do by a great amount. She sighed, perhaps she'd have the time to dig a pit or something on the next road.<br/>"Alright." She stared once more at the obliterated dolls, and the<span style="font-style: italic">flames</span>licking at the surrounding area. She skirted around these and moved towards the next road.<br/>"...good work."