Demons. Why was it always demons? Honestly, Bethany would be delighted to deal with bears. She saw the Rift opening and sprinted towards it, calling out to the others where she was going.

Bursting through the underbrush, she gasped as she saw the lone man stand there, demons closing in on him. She lifted her staff and -- suddenly there was a lightblade swinging through the air. The spell stuttered off her lips as she stared.

Almost as startled as the demons, she would wager.