Arielle didn't have a chance to lament her young life that was about to be cut short. The last thought she had was spent worrying about how her parents would carry on.

Well, that would've been her last thought had she been killed. Tysla's sword was mere inches from her face, yet it went no further. While Arielle would've preferred it to be the dwarf's conscience winning the better of her, the look of exertion on Tysla's face as she fought some invisible force said otherwise. 

From Arielle's peripheral she could see Krad staring at the dwarf with disdain. It's little mouth in a thin line. "You can't kill her - or me for that matter," interjected Krad. "Might as well lower your sword."

Unsurprisingly, Tysla did not listen to a demon and did not lower her sword. At this point, Arielle thought she ought to say something. Licking away the salty tears she hadn't realized she shed from her lips Arielle said, "There's a whole of action happening. I know I'm biased but maybe we could all just take a moment and try to talk things out? There's not just a demon on me, but a saint's spirit, that must count for something."

Tysla glanced sideways at Aymon. Arielle saw then the elf must be the party's leader. She watched him too, trying to read anything from his blank expression. The elf gave nothing away but eventually he nodded slightly, triggering Tysla to lower sword. 

"Oh thank The Saint," muttered Arielle who bent down, hands on knees as she tried to get her bearing. 

The rest of the party came closer to Arielle then, all equally terrifying and wonderful in their own right. The giant was nearly two heads taller than Aymon, and her blueish skin contrasted with the elf's own stark white complexion. Although, that color scheme was nothing compared to the Harpy who was a beautiful array of green feathers that framed her deep brown skin.

The hybrid-cat bore a orange tabby's markings and his green eyes studied her with an aloofness that reminded Arielle of her own barn cat. Aymon, with his silver hair that was whipping freely in the wind, was the one to bring her attention back to the situation at hand. She knew curiosity and fascination should be the last thing in her mind but this wasn't something that happened, well, ever. 

"Alright, spirit and shade, explain yourselves since Arielle clearly knows nothing."

Evol spoke up first, "My name is Evol and I am a long-ago saint's companion spirit. That there is Krad, the same saint's companion demon. He holds a saint's blessing, and now, so does Arielle."

Arielle glanced at Evol not entirely following its explanation, but to the spirit's credit it was focused on saving her life quite intently. 

Krad added, "And as you all well know, one with a saint's blessing cannot kill another with the same. That'd simply be...demonic." Krad said this lightly, perhaps hoping the humor of the comparison wasn't lost on everyone. 

Arielle couldn't help but snort, which was likely not the appropriate reaction. Evol's guffaw, however, was no better. If they survive this, and Arielle got a grip on what any of this meant, they might actually get along.

The Harpy spoke up now, "You expect us to believe a demon has a saint's blessing? We weren't born yesterday."

Evol stared at the Harpy and said, "Well, Calyana, we also weren't born yesterday. We came into being centuries ago when it was clearly a different world."

"Yeah, this isn't exactly the reception I expected after a mere handful of hundred years," said Krad, " but would you like me to prove my blessing?"

Without any hesitation Aymon answered, "Yes."

Krad smiled a smile that was cruel and unforgiving, as though the demon relished the elf's brashness, "As you wish."