"You don't know what you're talking about," Corrine defended instantly, momentarily ignoring the commotion. Being born to nobility didn't leave much room for mobility, but the appearance of Serafina changed that: nobility for a woman as strange looking as Corrine meant staying in the home all day and waiting for a proper suitor to take her away...to another home where children would be added to her responsibilities. As a solider, she had far more power and freedom--but with a comfortable shelter and the privilege of never worrying about where her next meal would come from, either. To her, those with guardians had far more freedom than those without. She was happy, and genuinely believed these strays could find their own happiness with the army. "Besides, look around. Soldier's blood has been spilled by the hands of you strays--Serafina," she barked. 

As she did, she turned her attention on the giants who had entered the clearing and she quickly released her arrow at the man growling at her. [i]Bones for armor,[/i] she noted as the arrow flew, eyes widening a bit. She had heard the stories and to see him covered in the blood of her allies only confirmed her fears. Quickly, she moved to notch a second arrow, though ready to drop her bow in exchange for her blade should worst come to worst. As Corrine diverted her attention elsewhere, Serafina was ready to take both arrows should Edalia shoot. She couldn't die so easily--Corrine could, and a little pain was worth if it meant living to see another day. 

"Alex, correct? We need to retreat," Corrine called to her ally. The word was a stab to her ego, but she wasn't confident they could handle the giants.