As the strange group watched from a distance, there was a disturbance in the demon party. They stopped their forward movement, and then the Balor's whip came out and flew among his brethren like streaks of fire, literally whipping them into formation. They seemed to be forming up northward, and whatever threat they were perceiving must have been real, for just a few seconds later, a second Balor appeared. And then over a dune a group of riders appeared, although they were not really riding, they were flying low on huge black mounts, huge lances set to charge. Then puffs of smoke exploded from the mount's nostrils, obscuring them completely for a few seconds before they erupted lances first and drove into the Demon lines. The foremost was immediately tossed from his steed like a puppet, but the others bore on, and with a clash that created tangible shockwaves in the desert sand the lances hit demon hide. First one, then two hit one of the Balor's, and quite suddenly a huge fireball obscured the entire scene. Even as the smoke cleared, not seconds later a second fireball denounced the destruction of the second Balor. The remaining riders (they were missing at least two of their group, but their was no trace of bodies) were encircled by demons (who were also sorely decimated by the blasts), but they calmly disengaged into the air, waited for their comrade to regain his mount, before racing on southward at a breakneck pace.