Between the sudden shock of her violent entry back into the fray and the speed with which she dispatched target after target, turning her years of training and education by Fallow into a brutal, bloody-minded efficiency, that was truly a sight to behold. Another five were down before any of them managed to leave a mark on her, a pressure on her side and the sound of torn leather the only thing given her any indication she had been hit before she whirled around, her wings knocking another assailant away as she rounded on her latest victim. He was young, ice-blue eyes wide with fear as he realised his mistake before her dagger slid in between his ribs. Another, the girl who had previously pinned her to the ground before she went on her rampage, foolishly tried to jump her from behind. She ended up on the ground, her skull cracked.