<span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #4040FF">Spirit</span></span><br/><br/>She was practically red in the face with frustration, but forced herself to calm as she followed the raging barbarian at a calm walk. Knowing the general direction they were going. When she came across a hooters bar, she was sure she got lost. That was until there was shouts of pain, broken glass and the sound of a wrecking ball striking a building. "That's where they are" she mumbled, surprised she had not guessed. Walking into it, she realized that it was vehicles and not a wrecking ball which had broken the walls. As well, there was an impervious amount of confusion as two people died in a brilliant flash of fire, leaving a black stain. She walked up behind the barbarian, and answered the just asked question as she walked from behind him into the open. Hoping he would at least recognize her. So far, there was no hand around her neck, but she would dodge and attack him if she needed to.<br/><br/>"To answer your question, it seems that people have died, a barbarian got angry... and some type of magic wielder has told the barbarian off, and is on the verge of getting his arms ripped clean away from his torso... so pretty much the average citizens day." She wiped her face with her hand before whispering to Pullio tensely. "Pullio, these friends... I Spirit... the one with beautiful black wolf's." In fact, her two black wolves were just at the door, peering in with ruffled fur in preparation to attack on her order. "You killed bad people Pullio... relax."<br/><br/>She glared at who she did not know was called The Dayman and his other companions that had angered Pullio in such a way that would have said<span style="font-weight: bold">(This is your fault, and I am going to kill you the first chance I get).</span>