Though Tyaethe still seemed to be standing without difficulty, there was definite stiffness to her movements as she spun around, grip on the sword not faltering despite the [i]other[/i] hole punched clean through her arm. No traces [i]anywhere,[/i] people didn't just disappear like that--dying left things behind.

She waited impatiently whilst Tiral did his work, wishing that the magician was faster or had landed some sort of tracking spell on the witch [i]before[/i] she ran off--then breaking off towards the town as soon as he gave the word. Even if the town was protected now, with knights there too, and even if the captain was with them and likely to not be targeted again--

They had all the antimagic specialists up here.

She'd leave the drider's fate to Fanilly.