The Wizard watches Haizea with amusement as she makes that comment. She hears the notification, and idly comments about it:

"I did keep him from getting to you." At least for a little bit. Her robot eye drifts over to look at the Protector's slow advance through the wall.

"I wouldn't stick around to let him break through."

The Protector, meanwhile, says nothing, focusing his full attention on the spiderweb of cracks radiating out from his blade. At this point, it's a miracle the wall hasn't shattered. It won't be long before it does.