...Oh, well then. That takes care of that. "Thanks," Neige says to the monkey creature in front of her once the white beast disintegrates (thankfully - she's got a rather strong stomach, even more so when her emotions are unusually repressed, but it's not like she wants to stare at guts all night either). Now she can breathe a little easier, but she holds on to the wooden plank anyway. No telling when it might be needed again.

Sort of like right now, maybe. The angel's voice catches her attention, and she turns to look, seeing the new threat. And...if she'd been feeling a little more normal, she'd probably be looking quite shocked. A Pantheon? What's it doing here, of all places?

But she's in no normal mood tonight, of course. "Don't get too close!" she calls out instead. "That Pantheon's only good for close-range attacks. It's not much of a threat otherwise."

As if to prove her point, the Pantheon makes no move, still waiting for it to be attacked first. Fortunately for it, though, it may not have to worry about fighting alone. In the distance, a Pantheon Hunter and another Pantheon Guardian have heard the distress call and are moving in quickly to provide back-up to their comrade. It won't be long before they arrive.