Kamariel grins wickedly. "Oh, this is a good day, isn't it?" she says, hungrily, quickly hopping out of the plane and heading towards the center of the town, almost immediately barking orders to the assembled demons in Abyssal, snapping them into order, and assuming command with easy, practiced efficiency. Despite their tendency to lack structure and organization, the demons DO respect authority, and Kamariel has plenty of it. In a few minutes, she has the demons organized, to get a good chance to look over them. Sadly, a relatively pathetic army, but definitely a start; most of them are on the weaker end of things, and, aside from the marilith, most could be handled, alone, by Maura or Daminor. Still, together, they're more than enough to wipe out the city, at least, unless Draiss intervened.<br/><br/>Once organized, using the aid of the avatars, she leads them to the pocket plane he's prepared, looking happier than she has been, for a while.