[i][h3][color=fff79a][Calieo][/color][/h3][/i]

	At the sound of Denise shouting, Calieo flinched before whirling around to face the ash skin woman. "Fire in the what?" she called back in an equally loud voice, annoyance in her tone that quickly shifted to surprise as she watched the object Denise had thrown soar overhead. The knight twirled around again to allow her eyes to follow the object, the little sphere sailing a fair ways before disappearing into the sea of grass. 

	"That was not fire," Calieo remarked snidely, crossing her arms and looking out at the overabundance of green that was very clearly not burning. "Though now that you bring it up a little fire might not be a-" 

	Arms flailing as she stumbled backwards, Calieo held her tongue and gazed up at the plume of brown smoke that had shot into the air. Once she'd found her feet the knight unhooked her weapon from her waist and took up a defensive stance, silent and tight lipped as she shielded herself from the debris before lowering her shield to watch the clouds of dust begin to disperse. Denise called out towards the site of the explosion, suggesting she'd meant to target someone or something if she was concerned with it's death. Calieo wondered if it had been the same thing she'd heard just before? Or perhaps it was another snake?

	The fur clad woman was yelling now, at Denise no doubt. Calieo hadn't bothered to turn around though and was still watching the land ahead for signs of anything that might be moving trough the grass. Chambala's ranting hadn't gone ignored though, and Calieo nodded ever so slightly as she argued her reasons for shouting. Once the fur clad woman had finished her rant, there was a moment of silence, something Calieo found ironic which elicited a chuckle that broke her from scanning the fields.

	"Let the things come!" Calieo called out into the air, twirling around once again to face her companions. "I will kill those things and consume their flesh," she announced triumphantly, grinning cheekily towards Chambala in an attempt to disarm the fury she was experiencing. Anger was the easiest emotion for her to understand; seething and violent, simple but unpredictable. Calieo was very familiar with the emotion, and she knew to express it too readily was unproductive in most situations, as Chambala's shouting reminded her. Every second not spent walking was wasted time.

	"What things will come will come here. If we continue walking it may not be a problem, so if you must keep shouting can we do so while moving?" the knight proposed, clearly impatient to move along as she'd already started to slowly walk backwards in the direction they had been traveling.