Ilil is battered to and fro by the cloud, one of its tendrils slamming them right in the gut in such a way to make them seriously question their earlier pride. The erinyes has barely enough time to notice the forming bolt of electricity above them, moving their core body to the side and managing to be merely singed rather than fried. The fallen angel spits out a tooth and allows theirself to glide down. Desperation was kicking in, and they hated feeling desperate.

Hey... Look, I don't think either of us really wants to be here in this situation. I'm no brawler like you, but I can be a good friend to have outside of this stadium. How about we fake this ending?
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2/48HP left

Let's go for broke with my last Charm Monster on the probably-a-druid DC 23. It's better odds than anything else.