It took only moments for Dorian and the wolf to arrive; she heard the wolf shake its body, and a movement from Dorian. At that moment, she didn't move at all in her position, more so to allow him the time to look at her surroundings and to allow her to keep her eyes on the rainfall for a bit longer. It appeared to be inching its way closer.

The moment he began to speak is when Xaih turned her head to glance back at them over her right shoulder, something about her being rude in ignoring his gesture in the lobby. She didn't have time to explain all of her precautions before fighting, and it didn't bother her if he was offended. He was correct in one regard, however, but the pleasantries may come after the fight.

The [i]shwing[/i] sound of a knife sounded abruptly to her, and she prepared. She bent her right arm and lifted her hand to the height of her stomach, cupping her fingers at the same time. Water from the mud immediately behind her began to rise from the ground. Swiftly, her left foot glided in front of her, and her entire body turned to face the two as she shifted her weight to push the water away. Her left hand moved in a half circle to complete the movement, and her right hand thrust forward, fingers straight and pointed skyward, to force the stream of water to whip between their distance, aimed at Dorian's face. The last words she heard from him, as the whip moved through the air, were [i]"You'd best"[/i]. She hoped she made it painfully obvious that she had no qualms to do the same as he so casually threatened.