[b][center]Demon Archer[/center][/b]

Narrowing her eyes and letting loose a full salvo of red beams after the retreating Medea, the great warlord in the body of a small woman tsk'ed before glancing at the still clutching Master on her person. Slowly but steadily peeling off the suction-like girl with a calmness that bordered on professional and making sure to hold her up until she could actually move, the now glaring Demon Archer's crimson gaze throbbed with the glee of one that was on a hunt. 

"Master, should we follow our prey posthaste? It would be ever so annoying if they were to escape into their burrow and hunker down... and we need both answers and reimbursement for her actions." The others could take care of holding down the fort, if they let their foe slip away, there was a chance she would simply just rebuild her forces and attack elsewhere anyways.