Even a mithril blade was too mundane to do as much against these demons as it might against mortal foes, but still, they were cut, ichor splattering over her. The cuts sort of oozed back in place a little, but not completely sealed, more ichor flowing from its injuries. They lunged out at her with melting-hands. There wasn't much force behind the blows themselves, but the ooze stung and burnt - not right through the flesh, but as if she'd been splashed with scalding hot water that had been boiling for some time. But she was able to keep the creatures from hitting her most of the time - even if they had her three to one, they were half her size and slow and sluggish. 

Even as she fought though, more of the creatures were roaming all over the town, attacking dogs and cats and birds and people, screams starting to spread farther. The robed man with the leeringdemon face tattoo, like with his fellow, had a set target in mind. Adeles Illiea. 

In the Helm, the armored intruder had drawn his sword - and on his command, the weapon had burst into flame - with each two handed swing Doruk barely managed to block, taking step after step back, the flames drew closer and closer.