((Sorry for the delay, been kind of museless today for some reason.))<br/><br/><strong>Giselle Do'Urden/Neria Zathrieal<br/>Location; The Eastern Trek, the Forests<br/>Time; Morning, Day 2<br/>Tagged; Yuri, Lionel, Aribeth, Rene, anyone else.</strong><br/><br/>Neria was going to be sick.  She held her stomach as the teleportation spell literally ripped her apart at her most basic level before putting her back together where all the trouble had started.  She didn't throw up though, but it was by some miracle in and of itself as she stood on shaky legs, just in time to see her best friend putting on new armor that looked quite good on her, but what had happened to her old gear?  Looking around revealed that her mithril chainmail was in tatters, shredded and scattered about the field.  What had happened out here?  Everyone seemed alright at least, but there was still a lingering cloud of some strange pink mist in the distance.  Giselle meanwhile thanked Lionel for the armor he had handed to her and chuckled, in a relatively good mood despite everything they had just been put through.  "Oh hey guys, Yuri, Neria.  What just happened you ask?  We kicked some demon ass, that's what happened."