If she were in any better mood, the fact that Chris had risen to that goading over her honour would have amused her, sarcastic or not. And to blade salute to one like her? It seemed the height of foolishness- it would probably come as no surprise to Chris that Caster did not return the gesture with either her staff or her twisted ritual dagger.

"Ah. I'm under arrest am I? How droll."

Caster wasted no time in lashing out with tendrils of shadow magic as she spoke, hoping to get a cheap shot in before she could finish her introduction- but her dark curses wouldn't hold up against the Anti-Magic Circle's powers. That could pose a problem.

The skeletal dragon at her side roared, stomping forward and spreading its wings as it readied itself to defend Caster. With the sorceress' emotional state so fractured, the familiar was responding to the perceived threat by increasing its own size and power.