[i]Only sighing heavily, the Dragonslayer kept staring at the mage, while the metallic lion helm also stared at him, a slight tint of electric yellow seen within the eye sockets to the helmet, probably the eyes of the girl staring at Alon. Slowly but surely, she began making her way towards the child and his savior, and while the young boy had been saved from death, his breathing stabilized although he was still out, the Dragonslayer wouldn't thank the mage. He was the enemy, her one and true target, and considering her hatred for his kind, he might remain that way for a long, long time. Speaking once again with a deep disliking, the girl's voice was slightly muffled by the helm, though one could of course, still hear her speak.[/i] "...I think [u]I[/u] can take care of the child myself. You...need rest." [i]The girl just simply wanted to get Alon out of her sight, to tell the truth. The fury in her voice was easily distinguishable.[/i]