<i>Dammit...</i>she cursed to herself in her own thoughts while looking at her black underclothing, a top and a pair of silk pants reaching till her knees.<br/>"Jessica....? You made a deal then....?" she peered at her companion with a raised eyebrow and a tone slightly annoyed or angry.<br/>Then she gave the dreadstead a look filled with the same anger she showed any foe, peering into his amber eyes.<br/>"I heard deals with demons always have a snake under the grass. So what is it you truly want from us, demon? Because I know you long for more."<br/>Standing upright again with her staff, which she picked back up again, stood rather fearless before this demonic horse which just saved them.<br/>She stood there boldly, maybe even foolish, not bothered by standing in her underclothings before a this strong a foe with no mana left.<br/>The sun seemed to reflect off the many drops of sweat all acorss her bare arms and legs.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>