Guts eyed the new woman, some kind of magician, no doubt. The black swordsman holstered his repeater bow, and shouldered his massive blade, maintaining his distance.
She was talking about stuff he didn't understand. What was a scanner? What was an ummer?
More noteworthy was the way she could control flames. It didn't come from some device, so it had to have been magic- strong magic. Even Schierke couldn't conjure flames like that. The lazy attitude about meddling with supernatural forces was also a bad sign.

Guts grit his teeth, and stared down the redhead.
"The hell's your problem, kid? Fire's for sieges, not anti-infantry." he scolded the rookie.
"Now you've got a buncha undead running around on fire. As if they weren't already enough of a pain to deal with."