Break's head canted slightly to one side as she was addressed by name by what appeared to be a human whose only form of notable weaponry was thrust deep into the ground, no doubt when he'd called for them all to gather once again. Once again? Briefly a look of confusion crossed her eyes, darkening her features before dissipating back to the stoic normalcy that ruled the void creatures visage. About to address the one before her she was forced silent as the quiet sound of wings cupping the air and a swift moving shadow caught her eye. Glancing with all the casual interest of a child gazing at lazy summer clouds she watched the winged human approach and chirp out orders to the man on the ground with her. She gave a slow blink, seemingly attempting to digest all she both saw and heard and yet managing to do so with a look of utter disinterest upon her face. 

For a spell she remained silent and still an unmoving solid shadow among the sea of blood and bones, her eyes remained fixated both on the duo and beyond, void almost of any true focus as the two spoke between themselves. No doubt by proxy they were including her in their little conversation as well but she seemed to have a trouble keeping up with them for the moment. A small, barely perceptible sigh left her and with a fluid motion she turned to the battle line and gazed out against the sea of monsters, she still couldn't remember which was always a nuisance. She felt no hostility for the two bizarre humans though and to that end she assumed she was on their side, neither had attacked her out right either and if they were her enemy they were unlikely to act in such a way, right? The wolf creatures were attacking and falling, they died with hate in their eyes. Logic stated that they were the enemy thusly and with a flick of her wrist her shadowy whip flickered across the blood and mud covered ground with a hissing sound like water being poured onto a fire. 

A note in one of the two humanoids voices caused her to glance briefly behind her, there was a look of, disappointment? Was that the emotion, perhaps fear or sadness. She had never been very good with emotions so it was rather hard for her to figure them out but he certainly didn't look happy. People tended to do this weird thing with their mouth that showed all their teeth when they were happy. Allowing her gaze to fall back to the battle line she saw why the human looked less than amused as a stream of wings took to the air in a grotesque show of agility. Smaller than the things she'd been killing without much thought, of course she did a lot without much thought, they were soon going to be a nuisance to the magic and ranged lines behind them. She assumed that was bad and with a brief glance to the two humanoids she had a rough idea for a plan, everything with Break took time though and by the time she felt capable of coherently voicing her thought they were beset by the large werepyres once more. 

Claws slashed right beside her but in what one might call a parlour trick Break seemed to simply disappear with the fluidity of water, in actual fact she had rolled away from the claws and fastened the whip about the beasts neck. It struggled and threatened to lift her from her feet like a rag doll but she held tight and wore the same emotionless, doll-like fact she had the moment she arrived. As the wild thrashing calmed another was approaching and she loosed her whip and as one might shake water from a blade she gave the whip a shake until it formed a more stable shape, at this rate she would need to rest again in a day or two but it seemed somewhat important that this place was not breached by the flying dogs and so it seemed an acceptable drain. 

With a diagonal slash to the chest and stomach of the first wolf thing she sent it staggering back, the area hit on both sword and wolf glowing briefly white and burning like wildfire, emitting a small amount of grey smoke. The second received the blade to the throat and was left clutching it as the petite void spawn side stepped casually to of the way of the claws of both demon dogs who scrabbled for her, the latter fell with a gurgle, alive but likely not for long, while the other, wounded and slowed as he was, was still very much in the fight. Break chose to ignore them both though and turned to the humans. 

Her sword dispersed, rejoining her cloak which seemed to ripple and move as if alive, as if swallowing in fact, opposing, just as her hair and 'feet' area did, the wind in a rather spooky reminder that she was far from human. Glancing to the flying dogs she saw them approaching and breaking the line which they were holding, that was likely a bad thing, the ground based human took her attention once more and she spoke a quiet little request that, with luck, would be heard despite the battle. Break didn't shout, she couldn't and if she ever did it was likely not a good thing, her tone was always a whisper soft shadow of a voice, as if when she became of the Void it took that as well as everything else. "Throw me." Were the only words she spoke, while the aerial humanoid would be better suited to fighting the sky based dogs there were too many of them and their size alone might prove a handful for it. In her opinion it was better suited to picking off the land based dogs with the land based humanoid. While she couldn't fly she was as restricted in the air as she was on the ground and with the Void she could imagine up an arsenal to aid her in the sky fight. 

She didn't give the humanoid time to react though as she broke into a sprint, oddly for a woman of usually leisurely movement she was quite quick when she desired to be and if the land based human did not have hands nor sword ready to fling the petite, virtually weightless, one she used first a knee then shoulder to propel herself upwards, he would feel boot, weight and heel on his flesh, light like a child and solid to the point one could feel the cleats in the sole and yet should one look there were still no feet to the girl.