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Pythia rolled her eyes at the remark.

However, condescending tone aside, the blonde-haired woman was correct in her assessment and Pythia preferred someone to be rude and correct than polite and oblivious when she was forced to work with someone else. Months upon months of working by herself had its benefits, though given the krovar and the birds the red-haired magi knew that they were in a particular situation that benefited from being in a group. She saw that pretty clearly as everyone else continued to lick their wounds and regain their energy. What she also saw was one of two options that didn't involved running away and leaving innocent barge passengers to the elements. 

They weren't complicated options, but both had the same element of danger and both had the same conclusion that they would have to fight a moderately powerful and deranged individual. A weak magi would not be able to conjure both an antimagic field and keep threats at a distance by controlling magically corrupted wildlife.

Turning back to face the group, Pythia spoke again as she sheathed her blade before anybody could get a closer look at it.

[color=E3485D]“We either find the person responsible and stop the magical nexus outright or we destroy the foci and draw them out.”[/color] 
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