"At least four" isn't a problem, as the balls of elemental energy explode happily over the various units, hitting the majority of troops and clearly dealing damage. The minions try firing arrows anyway, but they pretty much know they can't reach, so can just try their best to scatter as blasts of flame, ice, electricity, acidic goo and sound go off around them. "Team Marilith" is now reduced to just the Marilith, and the other groups have taken damage as well - perfect for Rummsprig to dive down onto "Team Wings" and crash into them, causing people to literally fly through the air, hit by her huge form. Some die, others fall unconscious or play dead, while a few remain standing, only to be quickly taken down by her wings and tail, seemingly knocked out. She then stares the demon in the eye, looking down upon it.<br/><br/>Shyrath waits, but realizes the foes below cannot cast - at least, they can't cast any spells she can dispel, so instead glances over to Ancalagon.<br/><br/><strong>"My mate, can I sweep down and obliterate the other group? You know I will be careful."</strong>