Even to those that don't know the horn blows that command an army, the messages being sent through the demonic ranks is loud and clear. Spread out, expand the circle. It's not a retreat, but more as if they're expecting one of the anti-fair folk weapons to rain down upon their heads.<br/><br/>Which, given the age of the tombs, just might be what's going to happen. A few Agatae take to the air, to co-ordinate any attempts at keeping the siege alive. Some of the sparks die down, before a massive bolt of lightning rains down from the very heavens, incinerating one of the flying wasp demons, and leaving behind a circle of earth, all scortched clean.