Raciel drew back a bit as the new demons joined to follow Vilith.  They made her uneasy, that much was clear, and she could never get over it.  Instinct was to attack.  And more than once, she felt her hand jump to the hilt of her sword or to the bow slung across her back.  A low growl sounded in her throat, and she took to wing again.<br/><br/>"More of the same ahead...' she called down.  "If we need to rest, I suggest we find a place to do it soon...that is if someone's feet are going to be able to stand the walk..." she shot down to Vilith, an obvious disdain in her voice as she spoke.<br/><br/>It was true, she left most of the fighting to the others.  Battle was never her forte.  Not to say that she wasn't skilled with a sword or capable of dealing a lethal blow, but her interests were elsewhere.  Particularly when partnered with a demon. Just being near the fiends was beginning to sicken her, and with Vilith gaining more followers, she made it a point to distance herself as much as possible.