[Witchchylde]

Having been clutching her chakram in her hands since splitting up, Jade was already set for conflict. Like a tubby flying squirrel, she leaped down, arms flung wide, and took a ready stance, prepared to dash in once the smoke was thick enough to conceal the three of them from whatever it was's vision... or... assuming it even had eyes, which is never really a total given. Sternly she admonished herself to focus and set her face in a grim expression of readiness.