Emily laughed, a soft, playfully mad chuckle that had no place in the battlefield, nor facing something like Shaige. The word, echoing in her mind, sounded nearly bored. But, if he was stronger than that Ifrit thing, then he would be bored with this world. The odd thing was, he spoke telepathically, rather than actually speaking, and madness drove Emily to comment.
"Do you have a squeaky voice that undermines your authority or something?" Then, as he stepped closer, a thing opened in the sky, and....something stretched out of it.Clawed hands and blue skin, it didn't seem like something Emily would want to get to know. But how could she fight when she could barely stand?
"Heh" Emily commented, as if trying and falling to make a sarcastic comment, before the hand closed around her neck, and lifted her up.
'would have thought I'd at least get one before I died' Emily thought to herself, resigning herself to whatever this monster wanted to do. Being in there, might be fun though.