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Angel takes the phone.

"H-hello?"
"Angel, why did you leave the house?"
"Mom, you said--"
"I said you could go on a sleepover, not fly to the capital and then to Switzerland to try and attack an army by yourself!"
"T-to be perfectly fair, you're exaggerating--"
"Do you know how much trouble you're in, young lady?"
That's it, I've had enough of this.
"No! Don't!"
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"Don't tell me what to--"
"Hey. Lady. Shut your face before I fly over and shut it for you."
"WHAT WAS THAT?" This last bit was loud enough that the others could hear it, causing Nuriel to hold the phone away from herself and rub her ear for a moment.

((Oh, right, there's one of those. That should be the last one.))

Time for Grewie to attempt an actual plan:
Take some dirt and attempt to make a vaguely humanoid form with it.

"You let a five-year-old wander off on her own? Do you have any idea how irresponsible that is?"

As if emphasizing the point, Angel was spat out of a random wall, shivering due to a slime covering. "No maps..." she said. "Sorry I couldn't get the blanket..."

Wait, I thought they were Martians. Although Terrans makes slightly more sense.

I imagine that Angel's parents would have heard bits of that from the news.

"Where?"

That would put a dampener on Nuriel's fun.

IF THE ELVES ARE IN RANGE:

"Shall we get started?"

Fire off a Meteor at one of the lead elves.

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IF THEY ARE NOT:

"This is the part I hate most...the waiting.

Wait.