Priscilla lowered her blade and shield as the shadow made itself know as... another young demon. She even had the audacity to invade her personal space and call it a greeting. Priscilla scoffed and put away her shield, hanging it from a hook on her pack. "I did call, but for reasons that are invalid now." She wiped off her nose, checked her nose-ring and spoke again with a frown, "Didn't your parents teach you not to touch strangers?" The straps of her pack were beginning to pull strangely, and Cil rolled her shoulders to adjust accordingly as she turned to the other, much more snarky demon child.

"And here is some advice to you, from a woman who has slain 18 drakes and 6 full-grown dragons in her lifetime. They work perfectly fine if you know how to use them. Verschlinger here," She hoisted the bastard blade to her face and kissed it on the chipped, lop-sided crossguard, "He's been with me through each and every battle, hasn't failed me yet." She sheathed the blade slowly, almost lovingly, and blew her short hair from her face. She then rapped her fingers on her circular shield with a satisfied smirk, "And Beschutzer has guarded me against more dragon-fire than you've probably seen in your life-time." She adjusted her gauntlets with a smirk and spoke in a voice heavy with sarcasm, "So watch your tongue on issues you know nothing about."