Yylfordt watched the berserker make his way over, followed close behind by the rest of his group. "Who's the new chick?" He murmured, eyeing Fang in particular. Another unknown quantity wasn't what they wanted in a fight, the last time it had been the Holy elemental girl and she was, to put it bluntly, a pain in the ass when it came to fights.

He put his own hand on Del Toro, ready to draw it if necessary.