Monroe stared blankly at her as he kicked Zachary in the back. The ice innate winced as he started reaching his hands back, trying to feel his wound. "Get up. You don't have time to be sitting down."

"Dammit!" Zachary muttered as he stood up and looked at Monroe. "I don't have times to play games with you Monroe. What I need is something to help me... and quickly."

"I'm trying to get that, but, you see, without 'denza being willing to divulge information about the spirits that we're up against, I can't help you."

"What... do you mean?" the Replicator asked as he quirked up an eyebrow. He didn't really understand what it was the Quincy meant by that, so he decided to ask. "Cadenza... what's he talking about?"

"The first part is simple," Monroe interrupted as he turned away from the Zachary and Cadenza and looked at the buildings and the remains of ice on the ground. "I need to know what they're made of. What they're using to shield them. Guarded secret or not, everything, even the highest defenses, can be dispelled by a certain amount of some counter force. Namely, if they're cloaking themselves with a defensive kind of material, I should be able to dispel it using something in the Quincy's arsenal. After all, we are spirit hunters," the archer said, stressing the term spirit.

"Ah... I guess that makes sense... but then why does it matter? Why not just try something until something works."

"That old Zorlo philosophy works in some cases, but if we take too long to bring this woman down, you'll probably be dead. We need to remove the spell cloaking her from the view of normal persons. So, Cadenza, care to share. What is it specifically that protects the spirits from being detected by normal mortals." That was the last secret he needed. Once he had that, the dark clad man was sure that he could concoct something to shatter that defensives.