Shula couldn't help the excitement that thrummed through her as Fealan stepped into the arena. Truth be told, as the battle raged on she was less concerned for Fealan and more concerned about the gruesome death Fealan would wreak upon the upon the ogre. Other demons stood beside her. Smirking. Commenting. Doubting. A petty part of her wanted to tell them they were wrong- that Fealan wouldn't let himself get beaten so easily by some brute with a big club. They'd taken on bigger creatures at the foundation then this, it was almost insulting really.<br/><br/>She crossed her arms, turning her attention back to the fight. Fealan's exhilaration was actually concerning for her. Sure, she knew how aggressive he could be, but did it really give him this much joy to kill something? She decided that yes. Yes it did as he rose his sword to the sky, the giant green demon having been cut down like paper. She couldn't help the thrum of satisfaction inside of her at his victory and she smiled lightly. A silence fell over the crowd around her, bewildered.<br/><br/>"I don't get it...he's just a ghost?" Someone whispered, looking at Fealan like he was the world most complicated Rubik's cube. Shula strolled passed everyone with a new confidence, meeting Fealan as he entered through one of the heavy duty doors.<br/><br/>"That was a lot shorter then I expected it to be..." The woman stated. She began leading him down the hall, others looking at the pair with a little more caution.