Bravo 1: Jefferson City Shindig

Something was odd, something was off.

Her wits and instincts were sharply yelping at the corners of her mind, keeping her obscenely aware of what was going on around and on her. She didn't have time to fully process everything, those thoughts merely getting a pin in it, as she had a bunch of infinitely more squishy and allergic-to-certain-death creatures to protect who were embraced by her larger form's wings. Her eyes were squeezed shut, feeling something or someone pressed against her side, and feeling a lot of very non-human appendages occasionally brushing at her body. She didn't have time to look, she just silently hoped the protective measures would work.

Of course it shattered - she didn't have enough time to ensure it'd be secure enough for how large a group she had under her protection, especially between having to get away from the thing and warn whatever amount of the squad she managed to get together. She heard the violent howls of winds around them, feeling their unforgiving lashes upon her body. She remained steadfast however, her self bent on protecting what remained - she had suffered worse for less. She remained her embracive stance until she no longer felt the elements beat on her, opening her eyes and immediately rearing her head to look at whoever was below her, catching a look at a very much not human swarm of tendrils coating the group.

Calypso didn't panic, she could tell who (or what) it was pretty quickly, despite the odd form, making a quick check to make sure they were alright. However her relief wouldn't be enough to mitigate a particularly powerful emotion she felt in the moment - Pure anger.

When we're safe, I have a lot of questions for you.

She very clearly and directly transmitted the thought to Ky'rin, before her form shrank back down to that of her previous appearance, though the air around her felt far more intense than before, as she took in the sheer destruction of the area around them. Her mind was running through what she had learned of this demon... Alvah, what that familiar said, the sensation she felt before the explosion went off, why the explosion happened.

Bastard wants to act like a filthy animal? Fine. I'll treat him like one.

A sensation flowed through her as she put things together, spite for this demon hot in her blood as Omega 3 approached them, her gaze constantly searching the area for details and bits, as if she was deep in thought for a moment or few.

"...Glutton... Taking things and spitting them back out..."

That main familiar's behavior was the strangest out of all of them, as if it were being directly controlled. It referred to her by name - whoever this 'Alvah' was knew about her, which obviously wasn't a stretch, but he had to at least have been around Demon World long enough to do so, or had ties to Shadow Fall. Both combined with their current actions were more than enough to justify what she wished to do to the culprit.

"Wait!"

She let out a short breath as she called to the group, reaching a hand in a 'stop' motion. A better look at the woman would show that her body took damage, however the darkened spaces were already healing. She was not even a quarter ways to poor shape, but she certainly got a hit from that encounter.

"Those definitely were familiars, or some other kind of creation - not free-thinking creatures. We're only dealing with one real guy from what I can tell, which is bad since if he's capable of pulling off this big of a move, he must at least be competent and pretty strong. Definitely room for worry, and all the more reason for us to work together."

Her gaze sharpened, her furious emotions obvious yet used to fuel her as she went on,

"Demons have certain things that fuel their power. In this instance.. I think this guy takes energy from things or others, and deals it back in some way. I'm not one-hundred percent sure but, if we're going to have any success, best not to throw big energy attacks at them until we have a better grasp on how this 'Alvah' guy works - just to be absolutely safe."

Her gaze flicked between both remnants of each squad, "Unless you're strong or smart enough to outdo and directly attack a powerful bastard, I greatly suggest directing efforts to backing us up, go for anything on the ground that would want to screw us up. I don't want more people dying to this jackass."

Venomous anger spiced her voice with that last insult - she certainly had more to say about such a miserable creature, but there was no time. Her hands curling tightly into fists, turning to face the distant battle. It was a tragedy all over again - she almost smelled the stench of burning bodies and the stark heat of hell all around her all over again, ghosts of the past whispering in her ears.

For this insult on their grave, you will pay dearly.

"...It may not mean much from me, but.. Stay sharp, stay alive. We can get through this."

Her anger momentarily subsided to give way to another sensation, that of compassion and earnest, before she walked along with them towards the danger.