"Quite the adversary indeed." He put his hands on Amora's shoulders, glaring at Valdemar. He didn't like that look he was giving her. He didn't want her to be hurt more, and Valdemar's behavior was making him nervous. "Well, anyway... She's not," he hated himself for what he was about to say, "that special. She's good at magic, but a little dumb. She might be good only for fighting."