[center]— Natala and Liza —[/center]

Natala faced after the departing monster, resting the tip of her sword on the ground. Her ears still rang painfully from earlier. She pointed after it and tilted her head quizzically.

As Liza collected herself after escaping close death from the beast’s charge the masked woman looked up; making sure if Natala was alright and, if not, running a hundred methods of torture through her mind for the Rift Beast. Alas, her worry was for nothing. Clearly, she seemed alright.

Still, neither of them were able to hear so… did Natala really want to go after it? Seeming like they had all time in the world Liza actually pulled out a piece of paper before she started to scribble something with one of her many drawing utensils. 

It were simple, but beautiful, letters. It was clear that Liza had experience in this. If Natala could even read. 

‘You want to go after it?! Why?’

Natala looked at the paper and shook her head before repeating the gesture and head tilt. It was frustrating, not being able to communicate. She banged her fist on her thigh before turning and walking off after the rift best. At the very least she could catch a glimpse of whatever had captured its attention so totally. Natala was also confident that she would be able to escape it.

Liza sighed. Whatever Natala’s plan was, the Artist would protect her - thus, following closely behind.