The assassin had already been stopped by the white haired man Hircine, and she fell back with an audible 'oof.' Hissing under her breath, she looked up from where she fell to see Keplin, her armored hawk, swooping in. Her little prince had sense the erected barrier and dove for her new attacker, attempting to pull at his white hair as Ama righted herself once more to take advantage of the distraction.