The first thing Willo heard was Lazarus barking her name, after which she quickly saw Aelar on the ground, Ramone helping him out, and her mentor squaring off against two shady-looking dudes. For a brief moment she stood still, processing, but ultimately Laz had been right, it wasn't very hard to deduce what was going on. 

She dashes towards the assailants, trying to decide which one she should focus. The older fellow had a nifty old Switch, and was probably handy with it, while the younger guy held on to something that looked more like a catalyst for spells than a proper sword. Then of course she had to take her mentor into account, and considering she had no idea how he fought, that was tough to do. She could close the gap to the spell-slinger with relative ease, but then would Laz be able to handle the gunblade wielder? If she went for the older man, could he deal with the range of the younger? 

In the end, she chose to let Laz decide. Willo yanked Cinderwill from its sheath and cranked its handle, extending it to staff-length and shooting the blade down like an ax's. The new height made striking the base of the handle against the ground much easier, and as she darted in between the two men, the blade had heated well. 

[color=ed145b]"Pick your poison!"[/color] she called to her mentor. Then, pivoting on her heel and torquing her body around, she swung the heated ax in a wide circle around her, aiming not explicitly to injure, but more to separate the two assailants from each other.