One of the cloaked women in the crowd was watching the burning, like she had done often before. She was not here to be joyful about the vanquish of evil, although she did pretended to be. She was here, curious and hoping for that one special so-called evil witch that had true and useful abilities, though that hope grew fainter with each one that couldn't spark her interest.<br/>She noticed one of the women on the stakes rolling her eyes as the man announces their upcoming terrible faith. She feels a hint of interest. Is that woman just stupid, or does she have a reason to be so cocky? The look in her remarkable eyes shows that at least she believed in herself and the cloaked woman wonders why. If she's careless enough to get captured, how can she think to escape?<br/>She smiled bittersweet and shook her head. Clearly that woman doesn't have the ability to escape, despite her wild struggling. Her curiosity should grow weaker, but it doesn't. Why does she keep trying so desperately, and why does she seem legitimately surprised in her failure?<br/>Something about her is different. The cloaked woman, better known as Rilika, felt interested. Interested enough to save that woman's life.<br/>She used magic to make herself able to move freely. She threw off her hood to widen her vision, which revealed her light, almost white shoulder length hair. As she had her hand up to push the hood off, a white whip appeared in her hand and she swung it. It wrapped around the nasty man and his torch, pulling them together, and she gave a strong pull to get him away from the stake.<br/>Rilika stood steadily on both feet. She wore many rings around her fingers, each of them was a yellowish gold that faintly glowed. She felt the adrenaline rush, as she was in a hurry. That angelic energy she just used on herself wouldn't last forever. It was only a matter of time before it would wear off and she could no longer run.<br/>She dropped the stick she held in her other hand and conjured a white sword. She swung it around to scare people away. Her reflexes were on high alert, as she hadn't done anything like this in a while. She tugged the whip once more to get more distance between the torch and the burnable hay. She let go of the whip and ran - oh how she loved to move - towards the stake. She glared at the woman once or twice, but her attention was with everyone else. She was well aware that she was now a target too.