Well, that Will Leave a Mark

Let us begin with a note to self - we will be more circumspect in our approach to unknown foes in the future.
 
Perhaps lead into foolish confidence by the ineptitude of the various DEMON-associated magi, or for that matter the relatively minor demon those five sisters called up, I am recording this missive whilst lying in the snow atop a mountain.
 
I believe all of my teeth are still intact, though my tounge is well employed checking.
 
As my head slowly clears, I stand, watching the conflict in the distance - Ice Demons pack a punch! - I observe that they are some form of genius loci - spirits of a place. Despite their great power, which I feel.. *sound of jaw popping in the background* they have no power beyond it. I see this as Faust drives one of the Demons aside, casting it down and smiting its ruin upon the mountainside.
 
It is fitting - Demons are frequently most vulnerable to being smote upon mountainsides. Mythic resonances are strong.
 
My head clearing, I stand, only to see the icy blades of one of these creatures smash into the metal flying chariot of the New Champions. Perhaps in the future they shall leave the plane in flight. Another moving towards it, throwing its ice-blast. I suppose we shall all be walking home.
 
Oh, Bother.
 
Luckily, their minds are weaker than their bodies - a lesson to me! The Spell of the Frosen Mind entraps one, and the demon's icy will is not enough to quickly escape as it tries to break the arctic grasp upon its mind. The friendly Iron-Golem in the shape of a shapely human woman - clever that sorcerer - throws another from the map, as has the Star-Clad Woman and the Anguished Man.
 
I am feeling rather better about matters at this point. Correction, I *was* feeling better about matters at this point. The scantily-clad Iron Golem goes flying past me and into a mountainside. An explosion of snow and the golem vanishes.
Gods, but these things are strong!
 
And it appears that the anguished man needs a bigger stick. Perhaps I can craft him one.
 
Another of their fragile mentalities locked down. Perhaps my friends can hit them, now.
 
Hrmp. I try to heal the Golem - remind me why I am trying to heal a Golem? It seems the thing to do. Unfortunately, it appears that the creature requires a different form of medicine than I can offer.
 
This is not in the way of being my day, and I am not covering myself in glory. I am displeased.
 
At least my friends can hit the creatures whilst they are immobile. Perhaps I see a plan. A cunning plan. A plan so cunning you could put a tail on it and call it... nevermind.
 
A giant one. Of course. After the swarm of minions, the leader. The forces of darkness are appallingly consistent. And they are concerned primarily with destroying our chariot. I should be thankful, I suppose. So long as they are demolishing the machine, my companions are safe.
 
I am going to have to get this 'Ghost' an honorary membership in some courier's guild. The alacrity with which she delivers packages is impressive.
 
Luckily their minds are weak, and the Ice Lord will be imprisoned until my allies can defeat it. It is perhaps not glorious, but it is effective, and spring returns to the mountain top.
 
The young woman with the Runeforce repairs the aircraft, the speaking stone is replaced, and I am left to wonder why magical monsters appear whenever we attempt to toy with technology. It is as if the universe seeks to amuse me.
 
I do wonder what will be found next. Slayer Demons. Ice Monstrosities. This suggest an Earth or Air theme next time. I do wonder.