Caedus knew trouble when he saw it. And the red-haired witch was trouble no matter how he saw her or felt her. And worse, with everything he knew about her. Sometimes, having access to a network of spies could be a disadvantage as well as an advantage.
"Willow Rosenberg. A powerful witch with access to magic that could be considered godlike," he said softly as he watched the clearly enraged witch stalk toward them.
No, this was not a good sign at all. Caedus let go of Amelia, and stood up. He put his hand in his pocket, getting a good grip on his lightsaber. He was on enemy territory, no matter how he cut it, and it would be best to begin a slow withdrawal before Willow decided to attack him. "I think we should leave."
But even if she did, he was a Dark Lord of the Sith. A Dark Lord of the Sith who didn't have access to full Sith powers. He wasn't a match for her, not yet. He took a slow step back, hoping to get out before things got hairy.