Fujoyori watches as the enemy is dispatched, slipping his earmuffs to rest around his neck once more, the stone still turned in his hand but this time in his pocket, the seal kept as an open-ended circuit to allow magic to flow into it so he can keep making his project stronger during their travels, wondering if he'll have to use his trump card.  As for his Lilim, he keeps them within the book, they would soon be in enemy territory and he'd rather the enemy not know their full strength or have his Lilim start an unneeded fight, worrying about everyone else's Lilim was enough for him.<br/><br/>They make their way through the Alp Alps, his gaze going to the many Lilim around him, thankfully his tome gave him more than enough protection about their powers, even if something bad were to befall him, at least he wouldn't be turned.  He, however, hears one talk to the group.  Either a paw learned their language or it was at minimum a rook, something they really didn't want to be messing with unless they had to.  Then however Jarvan starts to respond to it, Fujiyoyi staying quiet, one hand on his project and one resting on his tome, ready to call them forth if needed.  He wants to get this over with, this clearly wasn't the leader so he wasn't sure how it would act without commands, clearly having thought processes unlike more mindless Lilim.