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"Oh-ho." Ed's face broke into a wild grin. "I'm not the type to wait."

She pushed herself away from the wall, scuffing her heel against the carpet, feeling the spikes catch against the fibers for a moment. "We might get cornered if we wait. Some of us are at our best when cornered, but I dunno if we should risk that. I hate being cornered anyway."

She shrugged off shadows of fear. "I'd rather trap our enemy," Ed continued, "or get them between my jaws, or up against the wall at bladepoint. I don't care what it takes. If it's a threat, it's going down."

There were moments where people's voices woke the prince from his slumber but he didn't move at all..that was..until something his his chair, knocking him to the ground. "..Ow..." he muttered, sitting up he rubbed his head and found the room empty aside from the Manakete whom was still asleep on the bed. He rubbed his head and stood up, slowly walking out the door and down the hallway.

More people were around and a few more Ephraim eyed curiously. He moved downstairs but not after getting an eerie feeling. He turned, looking around behind him. "...I must be losing it..really" and continued down the stairs into the living room where, apparantly, a cat like person was curled up on the floor. Ephraim blinked and moved aside against the wall.

Isadora let a frown. "Although it sounds like a good idea, we still don't know who we are fighting besides the fact that it's a woman. So trapping the enemy will be useless if we don't know who we are up against."

Renault snorted, shaking his head from his seated position. "Foolish. It's only one woman. There's no reason to move, because there's no reason to think anyone else is going to attack. And besides, we proved at Christmastime that we can stay in here indefinitely; this house is impenetrable, after all. Weapons, we have loads of; don't we have an armory? And food we can get in here easily now. So it shouldn't be all that big of a deal."

"Not to mention there's the Door in the basement." Isadora reminding Renault. "If that woman is planning to use the Door, there may be a chance she will come back."

"That maybe true, but Nino informed us that she found Mel and that woman in the basement and that's where the Door was." Isadora countered.

With a sigh, the bishop threw up his hands. "Fine, then decide that's the reason. It doesn't make any difference to me." Instead, he turned back to Ephraim and nodded politely. He was being talked to from two directions at once, and it was a bit hard to concentrate on one at a time. "I'm Renault; but as for that, there's a simple solution. Perhaps she was hit in the head with something. But, seeing as you're saying there's barely a scratch on her, it's more likely that magic was used, something to leach her energy out. Which in itself proves there was no battle; if there was a battle, she would have gotten damaged and there would be some sort of wounds, even if only small ones."

The bishop looked at Ephraim for a moment, then shook his head. "Oh, that's right. . . you don't know, you weren't here. The Door leads back to our own worlds, and anyone who goes through it can't come back; at least theoretically. The only one who's opened it and actually used it has been a dark god, which is why I'm leery to just go ahead and admit that as a possibility right now."