The demon starts to rise, but at the same time, its long limbs are melting away into light, as it falls back into the rift. It lets out one final, dying scream before it's gone. One less on the battlefield.

"That's demons for you," Vasran remarks. Dirty tricks all the way down.

She holds her staff with both hands, and fires off a volley toward one of the floating, wispy spirits. Just for good measure.

"All right?" she directs at the other woman. She seems able to handle herself more than well enough, but it's worth it to check.