<div class="floatright">  (http://i.imgur.com/MkdOVAW.jpg?2)</div><br/>Trust is not cheaply earned, but in this poor economy, it could be freely had.  Baudhiel was trusting her allies to manage the imp, his assassin, and whatever hellish maneuvers the unpredictable devil was spawning up, pushing herself instead to focus on the assailants at the door.<br/><br/>She's beyond fear now, tapping into the dark magic of her blood and, with it, the confidence of a once-great sorceress.  Stepping to the still-open doorway, she lifts both hands together, her slender wrists crossed and fingers outstretched as if holding two handfuls of clay from the earth.  Her full lips ease into an 'o' as her head tilts aside, and her slim body sways for a moment as if she may collapse... she's lost in the sensation of tapping the world beyond-- the freakish vein of natural wyld that runs through even this vile plane, even if only through herself as some twisted, distant channel of energy.<br/><br/>A sound emanates from her lips then, a whisper at first as she writhes closer to the ground, then rising to a shrill cry as she forms syllables to words that mankind cannot<i>truly</i>know except in sensations, riddles, and nightmares.  She snaps upright, her whole body tensed-- her abdomen is rigid with forced breath, her breasts heave at the intoned words, and her arms tense into rope-laced branches, outstretched before her, as a glimmering stream of white light sprays from her palms, widening in a funnel-shaped torrent that blasts away bits of rock from the stone archway-- tiny sparkles are so plentiful that they seem a funnel-shaped cloud, withering the ranks of demon-spawn like a tornado to daisies.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Standard action: cast Diamond Spray down the hallway, centering on the leader who is most likely to get free.</div></div>