"What... did you say?!"

A visible vein would suddenly pop in Serphia's forehead! For a moment, Serphia visually imagined for herself how she could kill the High Elf on the spot using the six nearest objects. Said objects being a big brass rod, a spanner, a mining pick, a teacup, an iron, and of course the Gnome Gimpsy herself.

Yet the murderous look on her face would soon give way to a reddish blush as she felt a renewed vigor from Rithrynn, deep inside of her butt, who had suddenly become agitated!

Swaying her hips, she'd turn to look down at Sharon, attempting, but also clearly failing, at keeping a stern, authoritarian expression between the look of comfort and delight.

"Just you... watch your mouth, High Elf." She more mumbled than said, before taking a moment to straighten up to help inch the hapless Rithrynn a bit further, enjoying every second of it; before the murderous part of her brain again reminded her that she had still lost to that demon, and so slumped her big butt down onto a nearby crate!

"Mistress... are you,"

"We have a demon to slay!" Serphia quickly stated, raising a hand.
"Or, more precisely; I have a demon to slay! Whoever brings her down, remember that I will have the kill!"

" ... are you sure charging at it again is going to work?" Aleena muttered carefully from the sideline, the Sentinel apparently having recovered from her unfortunate role as collision pillow for her large mistress!

"Yes! ... no, actually, I am thinking of an ambush while it's busy terrorizing the silly apes in this city." Serphia muttered, gaining a modicum of thoughtfulness on her face.

She knew a thousand different ways to kill an Orc. But a more than 50ft plus tall giant demoness DID tend to limit the number of available approaches!

She doubted any of the mages in the room alone had the firepower to kill the giant demoness. But even if they had, she'd never let them steal her kill!
So it would be a matter of restraining the demoness, or hold her in place long enough for her to deliver the killing blow! But to deliver an effective killing blow against something that big, she'd need a big weapon. A sanctified weapon.

[i]"I never thought I'd ever miss our Moon Priestess... "[/i]

"Sentine Aleena!"

"Yes, mistress!"

"Go to the humie Cathedral and bring me the biggest, holiest; by blasphemous human standards; and spikiest thing you can find! And you,"

Serphia turned to narrow her silvery eyes on Mei.

"What exactly sort of stuff is in that vault of yours?" Serphia asked with a dangerously inquisitive look on her face, a look both cold and analytical, with a frightening, murderous intent hidden behind the crystal clear features of her eyes. But before Mei could even give her an answer, Serphia's left ear would suddenly twitch, her elven hearing picking up on something, as Serphia's eyes suddenly darted over to Liaena and Kathlin.

" ... what's that about a love potion I keep hearing about?!"