A burst of speed, and she's able to pierce his arm with her sword, tearing through the soft cloth armor he wears. He yells out, but continues running. Her hellhound lunges at him and bowls him over. In tandem, the tiefling cracks the side her sword over his temple, knocking the witch hunter out. 
Hearing a following, she pulls her dog off of the man and has it revert into its staffordshire-terrier form. She pulls her cloak over her face, horns slipping neatly through the sewn holes in the hood. 
"[color=CA90A8]Who's there?[/color]"