Raula had began to work up a sweat; something she only enjoyed during certain circumstances. This was not one of those times. Instead she continued to bash away between each of the foes. Shadow jumping from one to the other before bashing them with a swing of her hammer. In the grand scheme of things, she probably wasn't doing as much as the others. Though she did quite well to be an annoyance to them and split their attention. Flittering across the battlefield proved to be simple enough to dodge their retaliation strikes and the others were more then capable to crush them by themselves. The drow had enlarged herself to the point she could probably take care of everyone without too much trouble, and Azrael was in a fighting spirit as always. 

Taking form on the sidelines, she withdrew herself from the battle. There wasn't anything more to be done that the others couldn't take care of; her leering eyes watching the others. Perhaps she judged them a bit too soon with the last battle, though they wasn't going to keep her from reaching the surface; even if she would have to leave them at some point. But for now, she was fine baby sitting another group. She only wished....