Visara watches the dead elf hit the boulder with a satisfying smack. The bastard got what he deserved as far as the red head is concerned. No one messes with the sisterhood and comes away unscathed. Now to find out who the hell the elf was and who sent them. They way he found the sisters is a surprise and hints at something other than coincidence.
Visara flies up a bit to get some height advantage as she does what Gweyn suggests. She looks around quickly, before the burning strain on her wings and wounds have had enough. "Narissa, see if you can find anything more. I think my wings have had enough of flying for one day, "
the red had asks the half-fiend.
Visara carefully descends to the ground, and finally lands on her feet with a thump. She slumps to the ground on all fours, as her wings quiver from the morning's battle and flight. Spending a moment catching her breath, the half-dragon groans and curses quietly as her wounds and bruises announce themselves. But the barbarian finally forces herself to her feet and continues to move around a little bit in order to prevent cramps.