The demon horde seems to be adapting to his tactics, quickly; shortly after the fortresses begin firing, their magical support begins dropping sight obscuring spells over wide areas; fog clouds, chained invisibility, anything they can to misdirect and confuse, while the more powerful demons change their appearances, to lesser units, once they figure out who they're targeting.<br/><br/>Despite his army's best efforts, lucky demons are able to slip through his attacks, and start actually returning fire, directly, while the more powerful units hurl their best spells, to try and bring the fortresses down. At one fortress, a band of succubi, using Etheral Jaunt, manage to slip past his defenses, and start attacking the defenders directly, particularly aiming for anything that looks vulnerable.<br/><br/>"It looks like a massacre," she says, somewhat disgusted by the sheer scale of destruction he's wreaking. Of course, he did get the drop on them, so it's only to be expected.<br/><br/>Shortly after the first attackers are arriving at the fortresses, however, he'll notice the defenses of the citadel itself, coming active, as boulders, nearly the size of what he hurled, start flying back at his forces, powered by massive catapults, the small ones with arms over thirty feet long. Thankfully, they're far less accurate... but there's far fewer of him.