Sierra just rolled her eyes at what just happened, throwing a first year against a fourth year to prove a point was bullshit by any standard.
The she heard a male chuckle beside her "I know pits in the demon realm that show more 'respect' for their fighters then this" he said, though only loud enough for her to hear. He was dressed in a fairly nice black suit, with a white and matching fedora with an embroidering of a viper on it where the band would have been. From what she could see he also had green hair and gold eyes, like hers in her demon form, but no black.
"And you are?" she asked in the same volume of voice he'd used with her.
"You may call me Seth. I am a" he paused a moment "Friend I suppose would be the word, of Karis"
"You suppose?" She rolled her eyes "We should take this outside, I'd rather not wreck a building on my first day here" Seth chuckled "I've not come to fight you my dear, only to warn you." Sierra gave him a funny look, as if she wasn't sure to trust him or not. "The demon king who seeks you head has been forced to ignore you for the time being, others are seeking his lands due to his inability to kill you, a mere half breed despite a rather determined effort." He said before moving in front of her "That said, remain on your guard, his witch, Versammlung der Hexen. It is unlikely she will let you roam unchecked while her king is distracted"
"And you care what happens to me, why?" Sierra asked, genuinely curious as to this demons stake in this "In time, you will understand, for now, just focus on staying alive long enough to reclaim what is rightfully yours." Seth said, then 'shattered' into a bunch of vipers that then slithered away and faded from sight, and totally unnoticed at that.