Ramiel clicked his tongue and holstered his weapon. The situation had become somewhat perplexing. If the men themselves were here, they would have long since sniffed the flowers from underneath. However, the haughty entrance of the woman complicated everything. She was strong, stronger than he was, which he noticed at a glance.
The fire she wielded was also unusual. He sensed the outline of the space element in it. A fight with it will be cumbersome, to say the least, if it happens at all.
About that, Ramiel had doubts. If the acquaintance didn't want to kill him, he would have attacked immediately instead of separating the warring parties with a wall of flames. But his paranoia returned. He couldn't rule out the possibility of a ruse. He was overwrought and ready to attack. Although he had hidden his sickles, the chaos spears were still waiting in readiness.
