Mish shuddered in terror the second she heard the gusting wings. Instantly, she darted into cover half way up a nearby pine tree, but it was too small to do much good. Damn the barren planes. Damn the moonlight. She would have cast a darkness spell, but it would have meant certain death for the other two. Damn her humanity.
Hoping to the abyss that the thing had not seen her properly, Mishkala just clung tight, closed her eyes, and slowly merged into a trembling transparent mass.
If it was a Succubus, it probally intended to tear them limb from limb. If it was a Angel, then it probally still intended to tear her limb from limb. There were no good options, as far as she could see.
She missed Abigail.