Realizing she was visible now, Mizrel tosses her head, her hair flowing down her back in a snowy glossy wave. "It looks like the black Deadboy bastards got exactly what they deserved. Idiots", she glances at the only living (for now) Deadboy and smiles. "We magical folk didn't start this war human, but by Spider Queen's Fangs, we will finish it."<br/><br/>Finished speaking to the soldier, she struts off, pausing to examine a corpse for it's gear. Maybe some of the weapons were salvagable. To her crazy bodyguard, "Take a look and see what's around us. How far past is the battle and can you see any troops in any direction? Living troops. Dead ones mean nothing right now."