At this point Meirin knew things could only get worse. When Lyn got out the first thing Meirin did was make sure Lyn didn't go too far. But during that moment Meirin was distracted and wasn't able to stop Alaira. Meirin didn't know what was happening to her and frankly she was a bit glad that Alaira had been temporarily stopped, but that didn't even last long before she tried to kill someone again. At this point Meirin was considering knocking out Alaira for the rest of the trip, but now Meirin would like as much help as she can get. "Lyn stay with Alaira, please. She needs you right now."

Lyn's eyes widened when Alaira moved, the half Elf's fast and rapid reactions caused the child to pause in mid step. Lyn's hand considered seeking out her dagger as the scene filled with tension. Instead it just tightly clutched at her tunic front while she stood in place. She was scared, new to such atmosphere while she watched the adults talk in less then comfortable voices. Most of it she understood far too well. A fact she wished was otherwise but now, nothing could change it. 

Her head jerked to Mei, seeing the woman who made sure she didn't wander off, and seemed to plead for help. However, no words came into the air, not from Lyn's mouth or mind. Just a pure, terrified expression filled her face. It was only softened by the woman's next small gesture.  

Meirin gave Lyn, who nodded her understanding, a reassuring smile before standing up to face the guards. Her face looked much more serious. She flourished with her weapon as she stood next to Darius. She looked at the guardsmen in the eyes before raising her weapon at them. "If any of you have ears and a least bit of wit, than you have heard about this weapon. The Monk's Spade. With it I will make your grave and fill with your corpse. Your lives aren't worth throwing away like this." This wasn't a threat or even a suggestion. As much as Meirin didn't want it to come to this, she was mentally and physically prepared to kill these men and put them into a shallow grave. Her eyes held a gaze as steely as the metal her Monk's Spade was made of.

As she spoke to the guardsmen she gave Ssarak a somber mental message. _"I'm sorry Ssarak, but I don't think we can avoid this fight anymore."_ As Meirin moved into a fighting stance she also held another thought. _"And to that Psychomancer listening to this, you know who I am. You know what I'm capable of. And you know that your magic means nothing to me."_ Although her back was turned from the robed man Meirin knew where he was at, and it was as though she was glaring at him with her very mind.