Saida stood before her new friend and comrade Rhindani she heard her words and her voice and nodded at her almost sympathetically. At the shutter of a gunshot and the large wooden doors to the estate opening a few of the fellowship marched in and began their divergence through the gates, arrows being flown and swords being slashed. The sound of the air being obstructed by the clattering of metal and the screams of pain. 

Saida stood still for a moment, as if pausing time within her taking in the scene. Heavy running inwards, gunners falling distances to their death as arrows artfully pierced their skin, ending the light that once filled them and silencing forever the never to be accomplished dreams of their past. The wind picked up her long hair and brushed the exposed skin of her torso as if speaking to her in a language only she understood. She clasped her hands together for a moment and held them close her chest below her chin, whispering quickly in elven tongue a prayer for herself and her comrades to Deus Lucis and also praying that the announced enemies lives would end quickly should they end, without too much pain or suffering. Her hands glowed in an amber golden light for a moment as she muttered, her voice sounding almost as if singing a lullaby.

After the moment end and time seemed to resume, the wind calmed it's gust as Saida strode towards the large and thick wooden door, carefully stepping over the broken splinters that released themselves upon a large impact that no doubt smashed into it to gain entry. The rubble under her feet was grey and lifeless, telling a sad story of misfortune and echoing a warning from a past no longer known. As she crossed the threshold of the gate the voices and cries of many unified, slipping past the point of single recognition.

She watched as elf known as Thirodaen used his bow with extreme accuracy, watching his foes drop stories below sometimes with a final desperate cry, others without a word, all shattering at the mocking steps of the manors building entrance. The one named Veryon, causing catastrophic damage with his axe, splattering pools of blood in a trail that marked his path. Smeared red paint and broken bodies lying here and there. Nicholas working his way through the small weak points in the armour of his enemies, going in head first and attacking with a calm fury.

Saida kneeled down and touched her fingertips to the floor, hearing the vibrations of footsteps echo through her body, feeling the whereabouts of friends and foes and placing them in their locations on the map of the estate slowly forming in her mind. She felt the rumble of heavy steps and the gentle touch of light steps, the steps of a small group no doubt attempting to flank from around the left side of the building that sat within the large courtyard.

Saida stood from her crouched stance and with swift soundless steps waited at the corner of the building for the group to emerge, their steps growing less faint with each step forward they took. She pulled a throwing knife from her hip and held it at the ready by her side, her other hand pressed against the wall of the manor feeling for movements and sounds echoing off of it. As the first of the group stepped from around the corner, Saida quickly placed a hand over the bandits mouth, pressed her knife to the man's throat and in an elegant and swift motion sliced, spilling blood like a malfunctioning fountain from the wound. The man fell as Saida quickly worked her way towards the next of the five men in the group.

The second man who was aware of Saida presence dodged the first advancement of Saida and retorted in a thrust of his sword, managing to graze her skin enough to cut it but not cause any real damage. She moved in again, this time from the side and jammed the knife up the jaw and throat of the second man, causing a gurgled scream of pain as a response before the blood of his throat pulled in his mouth and dripped down his chin and through the slit in his jaw, tumbling him to the floor at Saida's feet. With the fast approaching of the third man, Saida twisted around to avoid a spear tossed her her direction avoiding it by inches as her hair danced with her twirl, throwing the knife in the mans direction and smashing it's blade square in the center of his forehead. The third man was down and Saidas skin was drenched in blood that wasn't hers aside from the cut on the left side of her torso that caused her little to no pain.

Saida began to approach the fourth man as the others in the fellowship began entering in the fight as well.