Ebio's lips parted in a sneer. Placing so much faith in guns and bombs, while the hands-on approach was falling far behind.<br/>Bombs may kill many in a short amount of time, but<span style="font-style: italic">she'd</span>never left survivors to come back from the grave and attack when her back was turned.<br/>Safety was an illusion, always.<br/>The demon alerted her of a visitor before things could get confrontational, and Ebio resigned herself to watch and wait.<span style="font-style: italic">She</span>would be ready when the bombs failed, and hopefully the others who were thinking along her lines would be prepared as well.<br/>Ebio tilted her head, listening for anything suspicious. "I'll ask you your identity and escort you to Etzali."<br/>She swept the group of demons with her eyes, taking stock, "Thank you for the head's up. Now, name?"<br/>She spread her stance, not in combat, but open for movement.<br/>Her fingers itched for the charcoal pieces stowed in her satchel, she'd managed to find some pure charcoal, not merely torched trees, and, despite her revulsion, she was becoming attached to them, at least, for as long as her Ability deemed them necessary.<br/>What were these random thoughts? She shook her head and studied the stranger.