"Blowing holes in the wall can't be good," Nathan muttered.  This must be the woman Zataire was terrified of.  Though he had thought she was a figment of the man's imagination until now.<br/><br/>"So what are you, a witch or a demon?  With red eyes, you've got to be one or the other."  Nathan really didn't like fighting magic.  And he really didn't have a good reason to come to Zataire's aid.  But she was coming his direction, so he figured he'd meet her halfway.  This was a time when he wished he had a shield to go with his sword.  One that could stand up to whatever magic she used to blow a hole in the wall.