Flashionably late

With an explosion of flame, the Revengers arrive seconds after the celestials.
Their leader Belial, allows the thick cloud of acrid brimstone to drift away in the gentle breeze.
He is flanked by a trio of bemused but stoic looking combatants.
An elven archer, a dragon-born warrior and a dwarf.
Looking across the battlefield, they survey their opponents with obvious surprise.
“Is this some sort of bad joke?” snorts the curved horned Belial.