She watches on in silence at first --- clearly there was no need for interference on her behalf, anyway. The soul reaper’s work bore results, no doubt; there was an impressive amount of power and precision behind her every attack, with a passion befitting such an elemental ability (truly, one could almost set it to a musical score --- although the score would need to be fervent, energetic, aggressive without actual aggression). Lisa made it her business to keep out of the business of soul reapers, when she could help it; so far, this was one of few exceptions --- enough to count on one hand.
Waiting until the wind settled, a tacit clear of the throat was the only indication of her presence.
❝ Hm... You don’t pull any punches, do you ? Good thing it’s just us --- I’d hate for more skirts to blow up from those sudden winds. ❞
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