Macy glanced down at her arm, where bright orange flames had begun to burn. After watching the glow for awhile, she moved to pat out the fire, embers falling from where her clothes had begun to burn. It stung a little, but really the burns were more fascinating than anything. The now singed cloth, however, was rather annoying, so she ripped the sleeve off of that side and continued on with the rest of the group. Having now calmed down from the initial excitement, she had returned to her monotonous state, simply observing what she could from around her. She would have to find another time to observe these creatures, when the fighting had settled down. [i]If[/i] it settled down.

That seemed unlikely as they entered this new area, greeted immediately by the shouting of some criminal. Macy, wondering just who was making all of the ruckus, peeked out from behind the giant that was Hawke, who had also now begun to swing his sword around. Her eyes made contact with the scarred man in the back, and something about him made her stomach twist up. [i]He gives a bad vibe...[/i] Suddenly, Macy noticed the two dead corpses, half-mutated, and her eyes got a glint to them reminiscent of the look she had before. [i]I want a closer look...[/i] Now, however, was not the time. Slowly, she moved to stand beside Hawke, rather than behind him, and held her rapier and dagger defensively, ready to attack based on the response of the prisoners Kris had assaulted.