The travel to the outskirts of Ketra was not a very long one, and before they knew it they arrived to join with the rest of the troops. Foggy's confidence smile had faded slightly the more they pressed forward, until it was completely washed away and replaced with determination. There were no signs of the Basilisks, yet, which was good.
He had hoped there would be no more, but he found that such luck was often nonexistent. It was time to take care of the threat, but first.
"Aya," he said quietly to the girl. "Whatever you do, do not look the Basilisk directly in the eyes. You do know what will happen, correct?"