Alessia gave a heavy breath as her rage subsided, her body seemingly deflating. She mulled over her recent actions, staring at the man she had rag dolled like a child playing with her favorite doll. The idea that these were mage knights made her laugh just a bit. These men were weak and pathetic in Alessia's eyes, they were touted as knights for the Mage King and they couldn't handle a few people attacking them. Though Alessia was not downplaying herself, she knew that even the toughest of mages would fall at her feet so, even standing before her was a testament of one's strength. Her attention would eventually deviate to the group of fighters that she had just fought alongside, her curiosity peaked. 

[color=rosybrown]"You trav'lers jus' happened t'be around and figured you'd jump in t'help when you saw the fight? Suppose there's some thanks t'be given, then."[/color] 

The man that spoke sparked arousal in the barbarian as she locked her eyes upon him. Even she understood that this moment was not the time to embrace her base urges and scoop this Nika fella off of his feet. Instead she just responded in kind to his thanks. 

[color=f26522]"Its no issue. Crushing mage knight goons is a favorite pastime."[/color]

She turned her attention from the handsome man to the lady of the hour, Brigitte Fenris. The barbarian stomped through the snow toward Lady Fenris, her demeanor seeming aggressive and her face giving off a glare. She cared less for who was in her way, determined to reach her destination, which only was a few feet away. As she approached Brigitte, the size difference only grew more apparent until she was towering over the leader of the group. 

[color=f26522]"I want to kill the Mage King more than anyone. I want in your company."[/color]