"Hmmm..." 'Sult' stood in a pensive mood, only to shift upon the clingy brat literally murdering her buttocks as she carelessly shoved herself in the conversation. A lively individual. At least this one wasn't a half giant. To 'Sult's' credit though, she kept a smiling face through the entire ordeal. "Just don't be naughty." she conceded. There was no easy way out of this situation was she?

She eyed at the half giantess. "Well, the Ravens... eh, they've come from well, a lot of places. There's a couple of woodsman who have an adoptive half-sister half-giantess... who's a frill and pink maniac. She means well, but she... isn't the most brilliant mind of all times. You're much better off not resembling her in that particular regard. And there's the current captain who's...well, someone not worth mentioning." She briefly described, as she watched the girl-tick keep digging into her back. 

"Oh, Indrau... He's a little grumpy. You know, veterans. Just take his letters with a pinch of salt. He's probably venting. We're quite the diverse bunch." 'Sult answered'.

And then arrows rained. The fake priestess wasted no time in shoving the little girl into cover and shielding her with her body, as she glared everywhere in an effort to see the attackers. It was much more worrysome the eerie sensation that she had felt. [i]Some kind of magic?[/i] She thought as she did her best to avoid the commoners panicking and take cover. She regretted not having her shield at hand right now, but she was undercover for a reason.

Meanwhile, 'Nero' clicked her tongue, upon noticing roughly the same. Her eyes peered into the volley of arrows, as she hastily moved to avoid being hit. She eyed the civilians, and then her gaze met with that of her sister. "Sult! Quickly, let's do the new chant!" She hollered.

Sult clicked her tongue. Truely, the chant was in the books, and they had never attempted before. It was also a wide area. They needed to coordinate perfectly. "...Reon...Alright.!" She added as both started to gather their power.

"Let thy light of justice shine upon those weak and maimed. Let thy grace dispell the miasma of corruption. In thy name, we implore, shine upon us the ligh of PURIFICATION!" Both said in unison. If they had done their homework correctly, a light would bathe the battlefield, hopefully dispelling the murky feeling that they had been beset with.