Yalanilue's pupils narrow into serpentine slits. "You do not command me, hu-" her nose flares slightly, "er, whatever you are." She draws a sword from the sheath on her back, a ball of fire in her other hand. She flicks her finger, sending a dagger made of flame for his head while she slides on her knees, slashing at his legs. Then she elbows him in the chin as she stands swiftly.