"Right, fun times." She pulled a shield around herself, both to keep the RIder less distracted in his burn-all-things zeal and to protect her herself. Moloch! Fallen King and Most Dreaded Cost! she shouted in the older tongue, lighting a spell-beacon to get the old demon's attention. Hear this summoning and attend! Your presence is not to be tolerated in this plane, return to where you belong or be cast back! Muttering most of a spell, she looked at the Rider. "Well, hope you're ready for this."