[h2]Gisela[/h2]

The mage gave her accompanying demon a helpless look as her robes were used like some sort of tissue. Not that it appeared to [i]do[/i] anything to them, the fabric remaining surprisingly clean and unspoiled. Perhaps one of the benefits of being a mage? Or maybe just the sort of thing that someone whose stock-in-trade was treating the injured and dying would take time to ensure, rather than trying to clean gore and filth out of otherwise expensive clothes.

The demon gave a nonchalant shrug in return, seeming to have no better idea. Who would go to an eight foot tall engine of warfare for emotional support?

"Uninjured, then," she said slowly, looking back at the sounds of violence, "It seems like everything is in hand? The witch just seems to be playing, or testing us..."