Crash! Another flea monster lunges forward.
The female Mage casts a Flame Shield in front of her, deflecting the flying flea. Simultaneously, the fireball in her right hand presses down on the flea's head.
A wave of fire shoots out, blowing away half of the flea's body.
The female Mage, slightly gasping, pulls out another scroll, hastily glancing around, and quickly spots Ange and his party.
But she doesn't run towards them right away, instead, loudly asking, "Can you fight?"
Ange tilts his head, and Negris is even more puzzled, "Why ask that?"
Luther, impatiently draws his longsword: "Ready to fight for you, beautiful lady."
Only then does the female Mage turn around to run towards them, shouting as she goes, "Protect me, let me cast the spell."
Durken hesitantly guesses, "Could she be worried that we're civilians? Confirming our combat abilities first, and if we don't measure up, she'll stay away? Afraid of attracting the bugs?"
