An eyeless demon rock missing a hand is strutting around alternating between relatively coherent orders and unhinged rants.
"Fucking kill the bitch with the glowing sword, get in close, attack her from afar, throw everything at her! Without her lightning her best attack is her glowing sword, which can only get one target at a time, and it isn't impossible to dodge. Her only other attack that can get multiple target is just tossing you around a bit with raw force, it can't be that hard just to swarm her."
Apparently someone is doubting her because she lashes out with her tail, branding them with some profane marking.
"Anyone with any doubts about who is scarier, I will settle that right fucking now!"
That apparently merits two more cultists and a demon getting branded!
She calms herself.
"They haven't left many defenders on the Wardstone, they are probably overconfident about their lightning monk. So we are going through a secret passage out of here, going through the Shield Maze (thank you for that suggestion, darling), sneaking along a few routes in the caves to take them from multiple directions, then we swarm the lightning bitch and the rest of them should be fodder. I will have a telepathic bond on each groups leader, do not go before I give the signal or so help me you will be wishing you had died to the Wardstone defenders when I got a hold of you!"
Something catches her attention and she snaps her head around as if trying to look back at Darth Occlus, but can't find the right direction to look.
"Get some detect magics up, look for a scrying sensor or maybe someone invisible! We are not fucking messing up this plan because someone can't fucking keep alert for spying!"
She brands a cultist that is fumbling with casting a detect magic.
She follows that up with some telepathic orders that Darth Occlus can't quite perceive.