With all the rock-throwing, sword-swinging, and complaints, Ilyndriel knew her best bet was to stay out of the way. She backed toward the wall of the tunnel, by herself, as some kind of honey-wizard showed up and picked up Maka and Isaac before she could get to them. Seeing this, she was hopeful. This Alexander person seemed most likely to be able to stop all the fighting, yet she had no confirmation of his intentions. She had also noticed Michael's appearance, but was beginning to lose track of who was who with all the sudden appearances of different beings. 

Michael, Khaine, Maka, Alexander, Doom, Isaac, herself... Did anyone remember the insectoid army or the flying witch that had been raining cards down on everyone? Ilyndriel was confused, and she was starting to get scared and upset. At times like this, she really wished she had a mother, or a father. She curled up into a little ball of feathers and hid.