Lucy looked at her own hands. 'Luke' could shoot game or spear a boar, though the latter was dangerous alone. 'Lucy' fit in in a peaceful village, and so, while she had the endurance and agility to go traipsing about the land, perhaps more so than 'Luke', she lacked the muscle to really hit as hard with a weapon.
Neither was prepared to deal with a Fire Elemental; these scorching spirits featured prominently in a few tales Lucy knew, and she was well aware that such a creature of wrath and magic and flame like that would be better handled by...
"A spellcaster. ...Alfador!" Lucy said to herself.
Yes, Alfador would need to know of this... Lucy could see the castle in the distance from atop the roof. If the sorceress was trying to lure her in with the Key, Lucy realized, it wasn't going anywhere fast...
The sun was setting and the thieves were still searching for her... Gliding was risky. But then, so was using the ring, if she didn't word things properly...
