The heave that came with the floor's boards as they groaned, ached and soon enough splintered into a gaping divide was more than enough to spur the lightning fast reactions of the enchanted leonine monster; yet for as much as she moved, the hurricane wind carried her even more distant. In truth, were it not for the agility of her own feet and the magi's grand manipulation of elemental air, she would have gone further - [i]much[/i] further at that. She leaned into it with the force of a beast as grand as she was - both woman and lioness - yet it still pushed her to the wall.

There had been no time to think, not yet at least, for as she peered from behind her shoulder and arm once more, swinging the sword to the ready in a graceful pose before her in a double arc, she noted the figure across the room who vanished behind a collapse of stone and wood, trailed by golden finery, bottles of aged wine, and royal cloths. It was only with the perceived slowness of time that came with her magic that she was able to stare as she did at him - the dust and clutter filling the air rapidly.

Her scarred face and tattered jowl proved emotionless and cold as she simply embraced the situation at hand.

She was deprived her prey, the entirety of the center of an upper floor having nearly consumed him but now instead having concealed his escape, but it was deeper still than just that. Men sent upon a mission to kill do not stay their blades without reason, and as the last bits of the collapsed portion of the manor met the pile before the cadre of mercenary adventurer, knights and psion, she remained idle before calmly sheathing her sword once more across her muscular, armored back. The blade's whispering song silencing as it hung upon her without any material scabbard, the old Huntress debated what just transpired internally; she knew he would remember the expression she provided him before and now.

Perhaps if she were anyone else she would doubt that her enemy attempted to save her life, but Sakaala was distrusting of all mortals... at least at first.

[i]“This is the Waeldershorian guard! Cease hostilities! We can talk about this like honest gentlemen! I’m going to start pushing away this rubble, do not be alarmed."[/i]

Turning to look over her dust coated shoulder, some motes of which then fell from her, a set of daggers hurled themselves upon the debris where the man had been not even a second before - both Hills and Sir Hepburnberg having assaulted the room, blades and blunt at the ready.

[i]"I think you can handle him better than I can at this point."[/i]

"As much as I would like to stay and speak or test one particular wizard's mettle, this place is soon to fall upon us." Sakaala began, hurrying at what she considered a short few steps to the edge of the room and before a window with unnatural grace, "Get your things and I will get the woman - we are to be leaving."

Each step and slight bound or motion over the stone scattered loose, of which had sprawled out toward the edge of the room, provided her little issue, and the most motion that seemed to come with her was what had been the cloak she shrouded herself in; the rest of her lean, athletic form moved in a graceful blur. Looking back to the two men as she wrenched the metal and glass open through muscle alone, she sent shards cascading outside into the muddy soil and rain.

"A hunt is no good if the hunters are dead."

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