"Don't use magic!"
"What's the matter, Undrar?" wondered Igna, "-I thought…"
"You thought wrong," her focus zoomed upon the lass' peculiar wounds, "-she's been riddled with bullets, I must know how she died. Raphael resorting to the bodies and matching the souls is a simple thing. The body won't be used for the recovery, will it? and I know I'll have to find her soul."
"Astute and sharp-tongued," the collective regards turned towards Julius who bore a look of disrepair.
