That caused Enarrion to turn her gaze to her dragon riding companion.  "Do you question my skill?"  Her words were impersonal, cold.  She was proud of her prowess with the blade; implying that she was unskilled was a quick way to gain her ire.  "Feh.  It matters not."  [i]But I will show you later.[/i]  "As for a plan... if archer-girl here doesn't kill them, get me close.  I'll take one, you take the other."