@Tracyarmav@xxrhoo"Ooh, I see. Want me to slay a group of cultists huh? She spoke like it was a natural everyday occurance. "Point me in their direction and let me at 'em!" She shouted happily, giggling.
"What about this demon though, any more information on i-" Anya was cut short by a knife flying by her at a rapid speed, she let out a high pitch squeak of surprise, a small piece of her hair floating down where the knife cut.
She looked from her wall, to Dmitri, to the door, and finally to her hair. "My door! My wall! MY HAIR!" Anya shouted, pouting slightly. She'd make a mental note to tear apart whoever decided to think they could attack her in her one home, for now she had two squishy humans that needed to be elsewhere for their own safety.
"I..uhh..no not really.." Anya spoke, trying to think. In truth, she didn't have back-up plans. She let what come what may and sort it out then. "I mean..we could..find somewhere?"
And then the day was saved by Elizabeth. "Ooh, ooh. There, let's go there. Magical wards sound good." Anya spoke, beginning to get up and gather her things. "..that is if you don't mind of course, Liz." She finished sheepishly. She wasn't one to impose on others, especially when it sounded like her shack was a last resort.
Anya grabbed her satchel, opened her closet, and crammed a fresh change of clothes in it and slipped on her coat. Yes, she had replicas of her clothes. They were her favorites and in her line of work they got damaged easily. Settling the strap of her satchel on her shoulder she turned to address her new companions "Ready when you guys are." She said with a smile.
She was probably happier than most would be recieving what seemed like a deayh threat. Truth be told she welcomed the challenges every time one was made, which was surprisingly not that often.