(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

We could deal with the sohmein well enough, but Trias was using the horde
to buy himself time. He'd encased himself in blue planes of force, was ringed
with shields and barriers against blade and magic alike. Lightning lanced
from his blade, and bolts criscrossed arced through the air over the heads of
the stampeding sohmein. Annah's punch-daggers caught the first of it, and
she was flung past. Nordom's limbs rang with an unnatural clangor as
another bolt cracked through him.
The landscape began to move.
No, it wasn't the landscape. Two armies clashed in the distance, spread like
a field of swarming ants. The baatezu had poured out from the city to secure
the surrounding area, and what few defenses the tanar'ri had were being
overrun by the lemures. Flabby pink bodies seemed to blend against one
another, mixing and merging like the brew of a cauldron, washing the stink
of chaos clean from the rocks of Carceri as the ocean ate away the shore.
We needed to end this.
I shoved outwards, knocking the herd aside with a hemisphere of violet
force. If I could focus just right, gather the threads together... raw energy
alone wouldn't be enough.
I reached out with my consciousness, felt the heavy clutter surrounding us.
Not enough mass to do enough damage.
I extended my awareness further, to the bricks and mortar of the building
itself. Still not enough.
Up and out I stretched, my consciousness thinning, mind threatening to
snap at spreading it so far. Just along the edge of my limit I could feel it, like
I was scraping it with the edge of a fingernail. That... I think that could work.
I squeezed the raw threads of force upwards, fountaining it into the sky. The
crack of it, loud as a thousand thunderbolts, shook the balcony and
threatened to split the building in half. A few stray sohmein were draw into
it. A few were flung a dozen feet into the air before they crashed down
again, spines shattering like twings. Others were flung from the balcony.
Happy coincidence. Up it went, a pillar of violet force piercing the sky.
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