Something to hit. Good. She wanted to hit the one in the robes, his bones would break the easiest. With eerily quick movement Dorisma ghosted to the one in the robes and sunk two devastating punches into the gentle cloth, doubtless leaving the man in excruciating pain. If felt good to have something crumple under her fists again. Miles had opted to stand there talking like an idiot and Deravan had taken advantage of the situation like herself and viciously stabbed one of the other men. Not that Dorisma cared terribly much either way, she had humans in front of her, the rest was simple.