And Valiant Victory will head off to explore the festival as well.

There are a lot of things she could do here, even if she's currently conversationally impaired when it comes to making friends. She could throw darts to impress people with how dexterous her hooves are, sample the free festival food or drinks, run an obstacle course, listen or dance to music, go window shopping to see if any of the trinkets catch her eye...

Alternatively, if she wants to try her hand at social interaction anyway she could make an effort at that as well. There's what looks to be a noble of some sort complaining to a bunch of their fellows about something incomprehensible while idly waving a drink in one hand, a group of teenage boys hyping each other up as they take turns going at a training dummy with wooden swords, or even a few bizarre looking earth ponies* wearing bridles connected to a post nearby some wagons.

*Horses.

Apparently the translation magic gives her the ability to understand the aliens' language, but not to speak it. She really should have asked more questions about the language situation while she could. Unfortunately, there's not much she can do about that now.

...you know what, she'll try to talk to the weird looking giant earth ponies. It would be surprising for them to speak her language, but more likely than that any of the bipedal aliens do.

The earth ponies in question do not appear to speak or understand Equestrian, but they also don't act like exactly like how somepony back home would have to being spoken to in a foreign language. It's not that they're ignoring her, though, their strangely set eyes do seem to be tracking her movement.

They’re different enough from the ponies she knows that it does eventually occur to her that they might not be sapient; she walks away and heads to the next attraction.

Then she can have a reasonably tolerable festival experience, at least for the next twenty minutes or so; her appearance catches a lot of attention, but not hostile attention. Her injury obligingly stays quiescent the whole while.

It would be a mistake to say the attack was scheduled. That's not to say that they didn't have a coordinated time where the strike was supposed to happen so much as a few demons, pushed past the limits of their patience while waiting on tenterhooks for the right moment, decide to get things started early by teleporting right into the festival plaza to cause havoc. Their fellows, either due to sudden fear that they'd missed the signal or realizing their element of surprise was about to go out the window, join them. In the span of seconds after the first demons entered the city, dozens more appear in clouds of sulpherous smoke or shed their mortal disguises to join the fun. The celebrating crowds very quickly start having a bad time, a fact which is not helped at all by the panic and terror that overtakes most of them.

Well, shit.

She knew enough about the situation here to realize this was possible, of course, but that’s not the same thing as having expected it. If she’d expected it she’d have prioritized arming herself—presumably a species with a different body plan has unfamiliar weapons but they can’t be that different.

She takes off into the air and starts kicking demons in the face. It’s not as effective as it would be with a proper set of blades, but she is wearing her armor, including spiked back shoes for just this purpose, and in spite of her small stature she’s stronger than a full-size Golarion warhorse. Her kicks hurt, especially if the target is evil. It’s her special talent.

She's not the only one fighting! From aerial vantage, she can see clear across the plaza, and here and there pockets of resistance emerge. The old man who interrogated her earlier seems to be cutting his way through some disgusting ooze monster, a man with blond ringlets gets a red-skinned figure right through the throat, a mage of some kind counters a demonic teleport to leave its fellow isolated and surrounded, and all around the square more ordinary soldiers manage to prove victorious when the numbers are favorable enough.

They are, unfortunately, the exceptions to the rule, and it's quickly becoming hard to find somewhere to look that's not filling up with the dead and dying. By far the worst front seems to be coming from above, though; here and there, scattered archers manage to take down an aerial demon, but the vast majority are completely free to swoop around unopposed to pick off stragglers and the defenseless.

Well, she can fly. She probably cannot, actually, fly faster than anything on the face of Golarion, because there are enough things on the face of Golarion that any superlative claim is a bad bet, but she can fly much, much faster than any of the demons currently in Kenabres.

She grabs a bow and quiver from one of the fallen. It's a bit awkward for her to use, and will prevent her from showing off the true absurdity of her Fly speed, but she can shoot flying demons while merely being much faster than any of them.

The flying demons will give her a bit more space, then, there's softer targets for the cowards and most of the rest of the braver fliers are busy dealing with the enormous silver dragon taking off over there.

Her elevated position also makes it easier for people to see her, though, and some enormous... scorpion-pony demon starts bounding through the air towards her position.