Gisela
This was bad. Very, very bad. Oh, it was easy to recognise that this was a Witch on an intellectual level, just from the description alone, and treat her as any other nigh-unassailable threat. As an
idea, they weren't invincible, particularly if you had no illusions about killing them off for good. There had been more of their number, once upon a time. It had just cost an entire army before assembling a force that actually had a hope of winning.
And even then, a number had survived. Like this one.
On a magical level... this was terrifying. Part of it was just the heightened sensitivity to mana that came with being a mage, working
with magic your entire life. The rest? Well, that was how she
couldn't feel anything, which was something that would pass entirely without comment unless you had reason to expect that you would feel something. All
Gisela could feel was the dissipating remnants of whatever magic the doll-like girl had been doing before coming down here.
Her actual presence? Silent. Too silent. She was someone whose presence
should have been loud and heavy, impossible to ignore. But maybe that was fine, that was something that most powerful mages at least got
some grip on over time, if they didn't have
her particular issues. But to not give off any indication while doing something blatantly magical? Controlling that abomination beside her... maybe
that was what had set everything off a minute ago. But just
existing should have been a magical conflagration. That wasn't a natural body, a living one. Methods of immortality all took magic in some capacity, they couldn't be
this silent. But she was. That doll gave off nothing, not a whisper. Whether the Witch was controlling it remotely or it was her actual body, she wasn't using any
magic to do it. Not as magic was understood and studied, anyway.
And that was terrifying.
So, Gisela did exactly what any normal person would when confronted with someone that made them feel like a child again, and hid behind the nearest large, adult-seeming figure. In this case, that meant the amused arrival of one demon, stepping out into the world, a staff of some exotic-looking wood in hand. At least the steel caps on the end looked hefty.
"I'd fight this one for the fun of it, but I take it you don't want that?" the red-skinned warrior asked, amused by the hundi apparently trying to burrow into her back.