The group blasted apart in a large magical eruption, which flashed brightly in her vision. She blinked involuntarily, despite her eyelids making no difference to mitigating the effect of the flash. The shock wave of it had knocked her over onto her backside and left her momentarily breathless and surprised. A bright new aura stood strong, and the feel of the magic said this creature was the originator of the initial blast.

She was also demanding the fighting stop. Was she some form of local guard? An innocent bystander? A friend of one of the fighters? The variables were endless. In a world stranger than her own (which in itself could be very strange indeed), anything could be possible. Her aura dimmed considerably, but remained present. A potentially ominous sign that more might occur.

Aran righted herself and got to her feet to survey the small clearing the blast had made. Bodies lay every which way, and the small crater the spell had left was limned with tiny little sparks of residual magic. That little incident would upset the odds even amongst demon hunters. She was impressed.

She ventured a little closer this time, and leaned against a tree trunk, weapons tucked loosely under her arm, waiting to see how the others reacted to the intervention.