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It didn't take long until Eirún was up in the next morning. Carrying little with her other than what she was wearing and a few essentials, there wasn't much preparation needed for her to be ready to leave and so, she ended up simply waiting until the rest of the group was ready. While she had no issues with walking, Eirún was pleasantly surprised to notice that there seemed to be horses for each one of the group members, along with a wolf that was apparently brought to escort them as well.

Nodding along as she heard Brigitte's brief explanation regarding the route they were going to take, Eirún approached one of the horses, the Pinto mare with a wounded snout. Gently bringing up her hand for the mare to smell, she waited for a bit until the animal was comfortable, before gently touching it's snout, walking besides it and effortlessly getting up. Positioning herself besides Nika and Brigitte, Eirún started the journey along with her new employers. After some time riding through the mud and slush of the road away from Blackpebble, Brigitte waved towards Eirún, calling her attention before curiously asking her about how she usually communicated with her employers, given the good words Maeki seemed to have put about Eirún. Amused, she looked at her employer with a discreet, faint smile before letting out a gentle, melodic whistle. Being a noble, Eirún was half expecting Brigitte to not care much about the people she hired as long as they did their job and carry herself with the usual, measured arrogance most nobles shown. Both Brigitte's curiosity about Eirún and the fact that she did listened to Maeki's endorsement about her skills were noted and appreciated by her.

Unfortunately, it seemed there would not be much time for getting to know the group better, as immediately after that small exchange between Brigitte and Eirún, knights bearing a distinctive banner appeared on the horizon... Strangely enough, Fenris' own banner. Knowing the situation that happened to the Fenris house, Eirún promptly dismounted the horse, gently caressing it to keep it calm while discreetly preparing herself for any possible confrontation. Realizing Nika's tension as the group of knights approached, it became quite obvious that it was highly likely that whoever those knights were... They weren't ones the Fenris heiress or her pact knight knew...

As Eirún expected, the exchange was... tense. The knights seemed to have been riding for a good time, to the point for one of their horses collapsing of exhaustion. The more the knights spoke, the more suspicious Brigitte's pact knight seemed to be as Brigitte herself hid in the cart. Tension grew to a point that both groups seemed to be waiting for a single spark for a conflict to erupt as the leader of the knights stood silent, watching with a suspicious expression. Acting on instinct, likely due to the scent coming from the supposed 'Fenris knights', the white wolf was quick to charge at them. Brigitte quickly acting after the wolf, jumping from the cart and  alerting about the impostors before disappearing in the white snow after kicking up some and diving into an undisturbed patch of freshly fallen snow.

The moment Brigitte warned the group about the true allegiance of the impostor knights, having already caught up on the tension and the hints given by Nika's reaction, Eirún had already swiftly unsheathed her blade, unwrapping it and being ready for battle.

As expected, the leader of the knights quickly unfurled the odious golden eagle from behind his hauberk, letting proudly exhibiting his alliance. Extending his hand forward, the mage quickly started gathering an orb of metallic particles, which began to spun until they formed an orb, floating above them. Expecting an attack, Eirún protected herself with her blade, only to feel it being drawn towards the sphere after it was fully formed, forcing her to tighten her grip, lest her sword be wrested from her. Quickly after, the owner of the horse who had collapsed from exhaustion and butchered by them snapped his fingers, producing an uncanny, yellow flame from his hands while the other two moved in formation to protect the mages.

Clicking her tongue in frustration, Eirún knew both mages were going to be a problem, particularly the one who had summoned the magnetic sphere, since it would clearly interfere with her sword dance. Besides that, the presence of mages that soon after the coup on the Fenris house was definitely worrying. The blonde mage was likely the pyromancer Maeki warned them about, but Eirún wouldn't be surprised if more mages were already scouring the forests like parasites. 

From behind a bush in the side of the road, a bolt whistled through the air, hitting the blonde pyromancer. Not having noticed whoever shot that bolt, Eirún could only be thankful that it wasn't one of the mages' allies and instead seemed to be on their side. Using both the bold and throwing his own axe as a distraction, Sieg was quick to show that his moniker of 'mage-hunter' wasn't exaggeration. Despite the pyromancer's retaliation, throwing a fireball towards them, he charged straight through, lunging towards the blonde mage. 
Effortlessly charging through the fireball, there was honestly little for the pyromancer to react as Sieg caught the mage before grabbing the axe he had thrown earlier. All the blonde boy could see in that fraction of a time was the silhouette of the mage hunter coming out of the fire before he was caught and the blade of Sieg's axe was brought down with violence, ending him.

With the pyromancer gone and the mage-knights likely distracted thanks to Sieg's brutal charge, Eirún took the chance as she stepped forward. With light steps, despite being clearly hindered by the magnetic sphere, she brought her blade to her back, extending her hand forward in a beautiful, but exotic posture that seemed to fit more for a dancer than a mercenary.

Gently bringing her blade in front of her, Eirún gave a large step forward, spinning her body as the blade's flat side slid along her extended arm, still pointing towards the metal-mage as her blade produced a distinctive, audible ring. In the second twirl, Eirún's blade started humming in a more harmonious tone as it gained momentum before she let out a mighty horizontal swing. From the path her blade carved as it cut the air in front of her, a wave of pressure formed, shooting towards the metal-mage.

Tightly holding her blade behind her shoulder in order to avoid it getting snatched by the mage's orb, Eirún followed closely behind her air slashes, dashed towards the mage. Her steps, light and elegant resembled the footwork of a dancer as she moved with frightening speed, despite the sheer size of the blade she wielded.

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