The woman glared up at the blasting door and her hair quickly responded by turning into slicing razors and meeting the remnant of the door far enough before Eilis and herself that it casually flew past them. 
[color=0072bc]“GET OFF OF HER.”[/color] The woman heard Arn say as she now raised herself up, displaying the true meaning of a terrifying femme fatale. 
Large almond shaped eyes, high cheek bones and full deep red lips greeted Arn with interest and curiosity. A sinister smile formed on those lips at the display of his prowess and her eyebrows raised slightly in some kind of understanding. 
The dark ebony tresses lifting Eilis up to her line of sight before she addressed her. It was almost comical were it not disturbing and terrifying as she placed a hand on her hip while the other hand grabbed Eilis's chin.
[color=92278f]“So found yourself a man didn’t you? Was the master not good enough for you Pumpkin? Wasn’t he ‘hot’ enough?”[/color] She cackled and snorted at her own little pun, before Arn started radiating more and more heat making her cease and grimace.
[color=92278f]"That's right you want to be a problem..."[/color] 
Annoyed she rolled her eyes putting Eilis in front of her as a sort of shield, whilst the hairs squeezed tighter around her throat.
[color=92278f]“Go ahead you walking oven. Cook our little pumpkin…we don’t need her to be pretty after all.”[/color] She snidely commented observing Arn a little closer. 
[color=92278f]“So you’re her dashing little knight? Protecting her? Bah, as always men only think with what they have down below." She remarked rather unimpressed. "Not that I blame you of course who doesn't love a good romp of pleasure, but she is a special case. If you had any sense you would have destroyed her when you met her.”[/color] The lady continued annoyed as she took a wider stance noticing a third party arriving.

Tyrhallan and the rest heard the commotion upstairs.
[color=9e0b0f]"What the devil?"[/color] Pharlan uttered, as Lady Venray eyed Uilles quickly in worry. Before she could say anything though Tyrhallan interrupted her.
[color=ed1c24]"Father, Uncle, keep mother safe. I'll deal with this."[/color] He spoke receiving a nod from his Uncle before dashing out the door and up to the sleeping quarters. 
There was no doubt in Tyrhallan's mind as to where to go especially not after hearing Arn’s voice. The mage's command was audible enough for Tyrhallan to grasp the situation as he reached the top of the staircase. Arn's only care was for Eilis’s safety. He was a fire mage. Him hesitating to attack meant that Eilis was in somehow being held. 
Hurrying further he grabbed the swords from the wall, decoration and nowhere near the real thing, but the assailant needn’t know that. He hardly had the time to go back to his chambers and pick up a proper blade.
Thus he sprinted off to the guestroom and as he arrived he shielded himself for a moment from the heat that radiated off of Arn. It was enough of a blast in contrast to halt his advance for a moment. Looking underneath his arm he noticed the scene in front of him in horror.

[color=92278f]“Well if there isn’t an annoying sidekick too…”[/color] She turned to Eilis again. [color=92278f]“You have been busy, too bad they won’t last long…”[/color] She grinned as she looked over Tyrhallan with interest, looking past Arn.
[color=92278f]“My, my aren’t you pretty, you would do nicely…I could do with a little invigoration.”[/color] She said touching her face tracing the skin near her eyes. [color=92278f]“I am starting to get wrinkles.”[/color] She bemoaned with a sigh. [color=92278f]“And I am sure I would be able to make use of your corpse…I could always use a good butler.”[/color]
Tyrhallan glared at the woman raising himself up with regal bearing and he spoke in an authoritative manner.
[color=ed1c24]“You WILL release her.”[/color]
[color=92278f]“Oh I will, will I?”[/color] She shot back holding his glare with humorous defiance. “Why don’t you come over here pretty boy?” As she said this some of her hair made a ‘seductive come hither’ gesture.
 
Eilis meanwhile tried desperately to free herself from the grip of the woman’s hair, to the point she tries to tear it and break free, much to the woman’s chagrin.
[color=92278f]“Oh will you stop wriggling!”[/color] She snapped before the hair literally slammed Eilis into the floor rather forcefully. [color=92278f]“Bad.[/color][i]Slam.[/i][color=92278f]Little.[/color][i]Slam.[/i][color=92278f]Pumpkin.[/color][i]Slam.[/i] Before lifting her up again, this time so dazed and lifeless that she resembled a hunter holding up a goose or pheasant.
[color=92278f]“Well boys, not that you’ve not welcomed me with open arms, but I was expecting a little more…”[/color] She gestured with her hands searching for the word.
[color=92278f]“…Hospitality from those fabled men of Belisio, so colour me seriously disappointed.”[/color]
[color=ed1c24]“We do not seek to impress foul hags.”[/color] Tyrhallan shot back watching her grow livid.
[color=92278f]“Foul HAG?! How dare you! I will skewer you for this Little Prince!!!”[/color] She shrieked and screamed, casting Eilis to the floor behind her as she went into a full rage.
As her full head of hair formed a cloud of javelins, some hairs twisting together to become slightly thicker. 
They wirled and danced around like the tentacles of some weird octopus, before launching themselves at the men. 
During this her hands came together forming a bowl and circle as her eyes grew dark and the shadows cast around her seemed to clump together forming two large wolf like creatures gaining solid form. 
[color=92278f]“Feast my pretties…Feast!"[/color]She screamed out in ecstasy as unleashed the shadow beasts.