Anitta watched as everyone started to interact with each other. For a bunch of monsters, they seemed quite friendly! At least... Until the lich arrived. She boasted herself as better than the others, to which Anitta simply ignored. She suppose it wasn't surprising that some people in this guild was full of themselves. But Anitta certainly wasn't going to cause a problem. Another, Mark, was more than capable of getting into trouble himself. Initially Anitta saw Marx as a rather curious fellow; not many would call themselves heroes except the young or naive, and he didn't seem the type to be foolish. But his words towards the Lich, while perhaps not entirely undeserving towards the lich, showed that he had a particular view about her kind. Anitta wasn't sure how to feel about that. While she certainly had no particular love towards the undead, she doesn't have any hatred either. If one came to harm her, she would slay it, but she'd not go so far as to condemn all undead or anyone related to them. But perhaps that was only because Anitta has never confronted the undead before. Perhaps Marx has a tradgey in his life related to them. She shouldn't judge... Though Anitta still did.

[color=lightblue]"Please... Let's not fight..."[/color]

Things weren't looking much better when others joined in in both in the defense and opposition of both parties. Anitta watched but didn't participate, though seeing the two exchange verbal blows, Anitta did distance herself. And she started dancing. She planted her naginata into the ground to brace herself as she began to weave the magic around her. She expected violence and wished to stop them, but she knew that she couldn't simply stand between them or try to trade blows. She had a... Different idea. Onlookers would see Anitta dancing around with her naginata, twirling and weaving through the air. But the magically inclined could sense the flow of mana following her movements, growing in power and intensity. Some may even notice clouds starting to form. Anitta hoped that before her dance was done, everyone would have settled down peacefully. If not... Anitta could only hope for the best. But prepare for the worse.