Mildred was in her bunker, trying to get to a piece of metal lodged in an arm piece. Her tongue poked out from her the corner of her mouth as she stretched her fingers. Just as her fingers brushed the cool metal, a loud sound echoed through the area. Letting out a frightened yelp, she pinched her arm on the metal arm. Letting it fall from her grasp, she rubbed the area, making sure to touch the ring with aventurine towards the wound to help speed up the healing just a little and keep the pain down. "Oh all the blasted ways to land, who lands like the sound of a warmachine firing?"<br/><br/>Still rubbing her arm, she stood up and exited the tent. Her thigh pack was a reassuring presence as she stepped out and looked towards the sky. The landing party really couldn't have been that inept could they? A different sound soon followed though and Mildred cursed under her breath. "Yes." Running back into her tent, she retrieve her back pack and favorite staff and ran towards where the fleshpeckers were currently trying to make a meal out of the new arrivals. Least that is what she assumed anyway. The older woman had thought they would be smart enough to avoid the territory of them, but apparently not.<br/><br/>Running towards them, she felt a different kind of heat in the air. Not one from the surrounding molten rock. No. This one was more of a magical type heat. Shaking her head, she charged forward, skidding to a stop just behind the ship. "Hey! Watch it! You technically invaded them first!" Not that yelling would have done much good, but it made her feel better. She hadn't seen the battle, merely the aftermath so she was assuming, once again, that the whole reason for the fight was the fact the fleshpeckers decided they didn't like the intrusion. Watching the burnt and dead birds fall to the ground, she cursed and moved towards the fallen carcass. Waste not, want not. Besides, their beaks might be useful. After all, they could pierce quite a few things.