The fiend did not advance, but instead stared at the retreating forms, then his newly summoned spawns, who were in a surprisingly lazy pursuit. Turning, he made a wave, the very air rippling, then tearing open to give him his own portal into that nightmare scape.<i>&lt;What a world... What a girl...&gt; </i>He thought, vanishing from the mortal plane. His underlings, meanwhile, entered the larger room, climbing on the walls and ceiling, and some using their wings to quickly glide apart from each other, by a good twenty or so feet each. The claws on their hands and paws left divits in the stone masonry, their tentacle faces spasming as they eyed the Mad Fey.<br/><br/>Suddenly, and without warning, one of the larger trash bins suddenly flung itself through the air, tumbling end over end at the airial guardian. Soon followed by a meteoric piece of space ore, still in it's bulletproof glass case, and, of all things, a jumble of oriental swords, the glass covering them in their case shattering from the force of 'launch. Three of the twelve spawn seemed to be staring intently at the airborn objects, guiding them by will, the other six positioned so each one could see at least one of it's 'brothers' while also eyeing the Mad Fey. Unfortunately for the girl, these were not dim lapdogs. No, these were well programed weapons, with their own host of powers and resources, teamwork and cunning... The guardian of dust and fire was in for a real fight, but likely not the sort she enjoyed...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>