(No need to reply; just observing)
Zefiris materialized herself in the nearby woods and walked the rest of the way to the beach, staying well outside of the area of battle. Watching them fight, she silently reprimanded herself for being late and unable to watch from the start.
She had come her for two reasons. The first and foremost was to make sure that her overzealous teammate did not harm himself too severely in some Neanderthal contest of machismo. After all, as cliche as it was, a chain was only as strong as its weakest link, and Kamina was one of Asgard's few true fighters. The dragoon did not notice any others in the vicinity, from either side, but that did not mean that an ill-intented Niflheimer wouldn't show their hand.
Shifting her gaze, she began to work on her second objective: gathering data on this Balam character. Zefiris figured that she could created a central database of information on their enemies and everyone would be able to pool their knowledge together for future reference.
At first glance, nothing seemed too unusual about him: a little oddly dressed (she couldn't really comment considering her usual garb), but typical items of 20th century Earth clothing, dark sunglasses, and a head of hair as red as Fafal's.
No, nothing too outstanding, but she could wait for Balam to drop some shred of information. And if Zefiris was good at anything, it was waiting.