Mithrail ground her teeth. How dare they, how dare they, how _DARE THEY_! She inhaled slowly, then exhaled. She wasn't calming down, oh no, but she needed to take a breath to make sure she didn't choke due to hyperventilation. She smiled, slowly, coldly, and her eyes promised no mercy. 

She could't fly or summon spirits, but the strength her body was another matter. "I accept," she said, no longer sounding haughty or proud, just mad. "In fact, bring that little ass along with you. I Think I'll enjoy grinding the both of you to the ground."