Aersilae knelt at the bank of the river with six fellow fey; she had left half her number at Jurai's request that she quell the flames that were sure to sweep over the city, but when the aerial assault began Aersilae knew the battle was as good as lost. However, she also knew the nature of the Lord of Lust's portal-- it was large, but not so large that space was not precious. She doubted many artillery pieces were brought through the portal itself but rather assembled in Terra. The engineers with such knowledge and their machines were her target, and as she had suspected they'd taken the logical high ground to rain death on the city. Her fellow fey had orders to help carve a temporary hole in the circle of foes sure to form around the city and help the defenders escape when all seemed lost, and perhaps without the losses these machines might inflict unbridled they had a chance to complete their suicide mission.<br/><br/>"Begin," she said jumping to her feat. Working in tandem, the fey manipulated the natural world around them to great effect-- every root on the ridge pulled itself up, deposits of ore and rock fractals ripped themselves outwards slowly, and earth cascaded down into the river on their right to temporarily damn the river and make their task easier. Aersilae's entire being was committed to heaving the river upwards, and only with her fellow nymphs' support it was manged: the result was a natural bore of ice and water that shredded through the earth even as it tore itself apart.<br/><br/>The demons were not idle, but they could hardly fire straight down from the cliff face-- and those who could get an angle with smaller weapons or magic had a torrent of water, stone, and earth to aim through before they lost their footing and fell. That said, a good number were making a valiant effort.<em>Give yourselves to it entirely</em>, she thought to them, and regretted her choice of words an instant later. The Lord of Lust had clearly taken the field, and all of the bent up sexual energy she'd been suppressing to fight the war was releasing itself without her consent.<br/><br/>Her sex all but pouring, she closed her eyes and gave a final heave. The ice spirit froze the far end of the river all but solid and the running ice cut through the cliff. Finally, the top bean to give way, and everything with line of sight began to shift downwards in anticipation of the destruction to come. Soon, it was uncontrollable, just as she had hoped. She signaled for her fellows to retreat while she held the river to goad it on and wash as many of the survivors down river as possible. The built up water was sure to flood the river side down stream, and if she was lucky some part of the demon's forces were taking the well covered ford to the west she had tried to take Jurai to.<br/><br/>However, now on her knees again, she was about to pass out for exertion. The sexual tension alone was almost enough to make her snap. It was only a matter of minutes before her tentative hold on the flow was gone, but she grappled with herself for every second she could keep it.<br/><br/>