Ruinil was surprised by the woman, whom had the courage to raise her blade to Ruinil's throat. She raised her head and looked down at her opponent, her crimson eyes seemingly glowing and her pupils were tiny slits. She smiled before replying, "Im thel alnatharbalch. Dan, Im dangweth ú pen, adaneth." [i]("I mean not to be beyond cruel. However, I answer not to anybody, mortal woman.")[/i] She then grabbed the blade of the woman's sword and pushed it away, drawing blood in the process. 

Ruinil looked down at her hand and chuckled, "Im nallaedin magol. Edin hathel naer ar sogannen na iûr." [i]("I cry out for the sword. For the blade is dreadful and drunk with blood.")[/i] Her gaze then returned to her opponent, looking her dead in the eyes. Ruinil's attention swayed for a moment when she noticed the dwarf and the other mortal woman onto of a bear. "Gonhir na pen fíreb na graw?" [i]("A Master of Stone and one mortal and a bear?")[/i]

"Why must I tell you of my name, mortal woman? Though you may outnumber me; I do not fear you nor do I fear my fate." Ruinil finally spoke in the language of man, "I can see it in your eyes.... Death is coming for you, just as it is for myself. However you do not fear death either...." Ruinil's red eyes shimmered and seemed as if they themselves were glowing. She smirked before continuing, "That's good... Calm thyself, child. For my blade does not crave thy blood nor for thy companions' blood. I am a Templar of the former Dawn as well. I saw thy signal of retreat and fled as instructed."