The cacophony of the collapsing dwelling just beyond filled the air with an unnatural shuddering that was not associated with the pattering rain fall or the dripping, really pouring water that ran down the seasoned warrior's armored cjest; torn robe drenched and heavy now, was concealed in part only by the figure of the aged, greyed woman she brandished over her shoulder. There was little care or hesitation in her next action, for the moment Isabeau's feet splashed into the water washed churned mud, the sizable figure turned about with a blur - managing to have drawn the fierce elven blade in a single motion from her back. The deathly edge challenged the woman as it rested straight out; not even the slightest of give in the beast woman's arm... that of which could not feel sensation, not even fatigue.

"You." The animal jaws parted, rainwater running down the edges and over the exposed, whitened fangs.

More glass bent, broke and exploded inward as the last of the house consumed itself while the thundering of hooves and the sky above kept on. Both eyes, blind and sighted, shifted for a moment, assessing their numbers on each front - Regina Hills survived, as did Sir Hepburnberg and clearly Sir Erran atop a steed. Diagorides, soaked in mud, still clenched his prize in a mighty hand but was not so much as bloodied or even out of breath. The only one unaccounted for was the invading mage himself, but the old huntress doubted a wizard of that power was truly lost.

Shifting slightly her stance, she balanced Lady Genevieve's drenched body as the effects of the hastening spell faded from her leonine figure.

"I care not really for which you choose, but explain yourself or leave. I am done with these games brought on by the words of mere men, and more importantly, your quarry is [i]ours[/i]." She snarled in her husky tone, the weapon level and not giving in the slightest - readied to action.

Everything in her demeanor was a marked deterrent and the chaos of the past few minutes tried her patience with mortals as a whole. They wielded the magic they had all just witnessed with such wild abandon that she was still impressed to this day not more of them had paid with their lives. And this "witchling", "assassin", or what have you, she only further convinced the monster of a woman that enough was enough. Either she and her new band were taking their employer away from here - with good reason - or the Order's agents were to explained themselves why not.

"So I advise you choose your next action most wisely." She leaned her head in at an angle, soaking ears flat to her skull.

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