Haizea is sat just past the edge of the barrier, only watching the confrontation for now. She's accepted she can't get closer, but she's decided to watch for now, munching on a nearly gone muffin as she does. As the Wizard and Protector exchange blows, she follows their hits, evaluating their fighting style, keeping careful notes in her head about both of them.

The Protector is especially interesting to her, as she'd missed out on seeing him in person before. What's his deal?