Ashira wished this reunion with her siblings could last forever, this moment was so refreshing on her grief heavy heart. It was such a joy to have them back, even if for a short time. Once the business of Brand's death was over with, she had a feeling they'd all be off on their own again. And she'd be here, trying to take their father's place, and never being able to be the person he was. Maybe after a time she would start taking on orphans of her own, continuing his legacy. But for now she would stick with the stuff in the Nightwood, it was a good start. Maybe she could convince one or two of them to stay, but even that would be a major stretch.

Suddenly, everything was changing quickly. they were being guided towards the back room, where two more of their siblings were waiting. Ashira didn't even have time to hug Masef, whom she had always been rather fond of, before Kiera sensed the presence of people outside. Then there was talk about starting a war. Ashira thought it was stupid, making a stand here where innocent people could get hurt. But every time she tried to open her mouth, she was ignored. A heavy, annoyed sigh escaped her lips. There was no way she was going to let her siblings fight along, so she had no choice but to go with them, or get left behind.

It looked like the plan was to send the archers to the roof and have them attack from there. That put all their ranged in one place. And while that was a number of the siblings, it wasn't a good idea. So while her ranged siblings went the roof, she stayed below. The few short ranged fighters they had needed some support inside the building as well. Ashira was an expert in free-running and climbing, so it was only a short run and few leaps later that she was perched on the supportive beam that ran across the top of the building. She had one knee planted on the beam, along with the other foot. In another smooth motion the longbow was off her back, and an arrow was notched into place.

"I have your backs!" She called to her siblings who were fighting below. Anybody who didn't know her would think that she was a sitting duck up on that beam, but she actually had a ton of room to move. She had her bow trained not on the door, but on her siblings, ready to fire if any of them needed aid. She saw that Beren had already taken a shot, but that it wasn't too bad, it could be taken care of later. Ashira loosed the arrow, and before even seeing where it landed, had another one nocked. The arrow sunk into the throat of a brigand who was trying to sneak up behind Varrick. The man clawed at it for a moment before dropping to the ground, his death was a quick one. Ashira wouldn't be as merciful to the son of bitch who executed Brand.