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Beleth's question mostly went without a response from any of her party members. Zenin offered some "words of wisdom", so to speak, but she was hardly one to care for some Zen crap like that. It wasn't like he was wrong about something, but really, he was just stating the obvious using fancy words and speech patterns. It could probably impress some foolish mortals, but not someone like herself. Even if she was a demon, as in a "smash first, ask questions never" sort of person rather than a mentor of any kind, she was pretty sure she had wisdom to spare compared to the rest of her group. It was only natural, of course; even if she was stuck in the body of a mostly powerless young woman, she was still better than any mortal creature.

"Well, do whatever you want." She shrugged when Chaos insisted on expanding his non-existent legion of evil. It was kind of funny watching the man stumble around; he was somewhat incompetent, but his conviction to the cause was praiseworthy. Unfortunately, his idea of evil was further away from reality than she could ever imagine possible, and she would know. "So how are we going to go about-" Beleth began to ask after hearing some sort of ghostly moaning outside, but everyone just seemed to run or walk out on her. "Oh well." She shrugged, returning her attention to her ale. The mug was halfway empty; she smirked as it reminded her of the age old "half full half empty" argument. It actually described her outlook on life quite accurately.

It was quite noisy outside, and it didn't take a genius to figure out the reason for it. That is not to say she was stupid or anything. Deciding it would be a bad idea to let her companions take on the ghost or whatever all on their own, the young woman stood up and stretched a bit. She was just reaching for the mug on the table, intent on finishing it on her way out, when a loud crash from above distracted her. "What the f-" She said into space as Chaos came crashing down on the table. Needless to say, the table and the mug standing on it were both crushed under his weight. The ale itself was a liquid and thus escaped the same fate; unfortunately it spilled all over the woman. She glanced at the heavily armored man for a moment before slowly heading outside, all in a dead silence.

The creature that sent her "evil" teammate flying was quite different from what she imagined. It was bigger than she thought, but also not quite as monstrous, more of a sick joke than anything. She quickly assessed the situation; four of her companions were standing aside in a loose crowd, and it seemed as though they have already managed to hurt the creature a bit. Beleth hastily made her way towards them with a "laugh and I'll kill you" look, stopped next to Zenin, brushed a hand against the side of his dagger and licked the creature's blood. It tasted horrible, just as expected, but she wasn't in a mood where she cared. Following that she grabbed her own dagger and cut her own hand, making blood trickle.

"You're gonna get it now." She growled quietly and swung her hand down. The drops of her blood that separated from her hand caught on fire in mid-air, and as if in response to that, blood streamed from the wounds Zenin left on the creature earlier. Beleth felt a bit dizzy; a spell like that was at the limit of her power, and yet it would take some time to incapacitate the monster nonetheless. Still, she felt satisfied at the sight and smell of her enemy's blood, and a twisted smile adorned her face. "Distract it a bit will you." She dropped to her teammates, concentrating on the spell.