"Oh God," Pru breathes, before spearing a pair of crows on the Hand of God weapon, currently in the form of a rapier. Her wings are jostled by the vicious winds, but an aura of soft green energy is deflecting some of the worst of it. She wants to take flight, but the wind here would knock her out of the air in no time.

"Damien, we're running short time," she calls out to her friend. Then, she gestures to the ritual and cuts down another crow. One of the remaining demon scouts goes screaming past their group, back towards the rest of Anath's troops, which have been momentarily lost back in the castle. "I mean, obviously."