Not good. The gorgeous redhead peered left, then right...Her emerald eyes narrowing, just so.<br/><br/>She didn't want to leave them. She didn't...Couldn't!...know if the others could hold the demons off - All by themselves, no less. But she had to trust in the others...Even though she ached to fight alongside them!<br/><br/>But then they were descending, into the sewers - The wan glow of Sheila's staff illuminating the space around her, as Arisa peered into the distance. She bit her lip, her sword at the ready...A conflicted expression flitting across her lovely features. She was in charge, now, and things were far, far worse than before...<br/><br/><em>I have to make the right decisions...</em><br/><br/>The prisoners, or the Shadow first? What should she pick? Who knew was what being done to them, here and now...But could she afford the delay-?<br/><br/>She firmed her grip on her weapon, exhaling s-l-o-w-l-y...<br/><br/>"South," she said at last. "We go<em>south</em>."