The succubs nods, looking determined, as she pulls out Diadra's holy weapon, wincing as she passes it over. "Here," she says, ordering her to take it, then issuing a few, quick, mental commands through the Dominate spell, which was still active, ordering her to not use the weapon against her, or attack her in any way, in addition to previous orders, on the off chance someone tried to wrest control of the elf away with other mind control spells. That settled, she leads the way out of the fortress, taking a different route than they came in, and emerging from a small side door, close to the massive rift in the ground, which the fortress hangs over, slightly.<br/><br/>As they walk, Diadra can see down the massive, gaping wound in the earth, a virtually sheer-sided cliff, that leads down to a huge, swirling portal of energy, far below; anyone who fell in would likely slide all the way down, unless they managed to catch the lip of one of the many tunnels, carved into the sheer faces of the sides. The succubus walks along, quickly, glancing around them as they walk, apparently keeping an eye out for ambushes... but, unfortunately for her, she wasn't looking down.<br/><br/>About half an hour into their walk, there's a sudden rush of wind, along the edge of the hole, as five dark, winged shapes burst forth, hurtling into the air, about twenty feet, before giving a screeching call, and diving. From what little chance Diadra has to see of them, they look like over-sized, twisted harpies, terribly beautiful in body, but with heads of fierce avian predators.<br/><br/>(Roll initiative; Beat an 18 to act first, and be able to catch one as it dives.)