Emily looked on at her companions, if they could be called such, as she continuted her curcit around the village. Few noticed a young girl walking around outside when there where people dying, and all manner of creature decending on them, which made her job so much easier. What also made her job, or rather what she was planning, was that one of the Master's creatures seemed to be stealing souls from bodies without caring much for killing them first, leaving empty husks in it's wake. That, Emily thought, was very interesting indeed. No fighting, not sitting alongside, just taking like it was an abandoned coat on the wayside. If she hurried up, maybe there would be intact bodies to host, which would certainly help. A body ravaged, with no legs or a lung cut in half was not a nice thing to host. So, as Emily finished the circle she turned and faced the village, looking on at the carnage for several seconds before she called upon the power of her Fire Spirit to assist her, and flames blossomed in her palms a few seconds later. The thrust they produced sent the young woman skyward, in a spectacular display that would have amazed the peasants, where they not currently getting raided. Once she could see the whole village, Emily shut off her fires and started to draw. Lines of Light shot through the village along the ground, passing houses and people as they moved from one side of the giant circle to another. Slowly, a pattern began to form, and that in turn became a Rune. The whole, flying air-draw thing was risky, but it certainly got the drawing done a lot quicker than she had expected it to. With the rune finished, Emily engaged her flame thrusters again, but she was to close to the ground for them to stop her completely, and with a startled yelp, she collided into the ground rather hard, kicking up dust and making a very satisfying - if it was not her that was making the noise - thud sound. She wasn't dead, or unconscious, just dazed, since her physical form was not amazingly durable. It would take her a small while to shake off the hit, and so for the moment she simply laid there, her brain spinning and telling her how reckless that last move was.