Azazeal and Isabel worked as a good team. He had physical strength and telekinesis where Isabel only had one but it was definitely enough. Hell, she would rather fight from a distance anyway. It was less demon guts in her hair and getting close meant the possibility of getting hurt. She knew there was still a possibility but it was much more remote.
A disgusting giant centipede looking demon slithered in the grass towards them and Isabel caught a glimpse of it in her peripheral vision. Ew. That thing was disgusting and she happily killed it from a distance. Demons were already gross enough but did they have to look like giant bugs too? She cracked the monster in half, listening to it squeal as she broke it and broke it again and again in new places until it stopped waving its little legs around frantically and died.
She dropped it to the ground and made a face. "What the hell are we going to do with all these bodies?" she asked. She wasn't sure that anybody had ever stopped to think about it. Not that the people in charge made a habit of telling Isabel what was going on. She didn't personally know any of them. In fact, Isabel didn't personally know a lot of people. She wasn't exactly fitting into the prison the way that her brother and Liz were.
"I'm Isabel," she said to him as they worked together to pull off the head of another demon. This one had plates like a turtle almost and snapping jaws that snapped at Azazeal as Isabel focused her mind to pull its nasty ugly head off. "You're not in the prison. I don't recognize you." Not that she judged anyone for not living there. She and Ezra had gotten along perfectly well when they had been snowed in together even if him being a vampire creeped her out a little.