Syl:
"Oh, that? That was an accident, really! Even if I happened upon this battle by sheer misfortune, I don't think I'll make it out of here without a fight anyway. I'm sticking with the mage."
*With a flourish of her staff, the earth beneath the defector springs to life. Rock tendrils begin to rumble from the ground, moving like water to entangle him in their stone-cold grasp. With a wave of her free hand, an aura that appears to warp the space around her.*
Syl:
"i'll need more answers later, but I can't have anyone destroying our world."