Corila now looked at the murderer of the prone person, a Warforged brandishing a large blood covered axe, it was fairly hard to see in such dreadful weather as this, but the sheer of it's metallic body was clear enough. She didn't know much about the Warforged, but she guessed that they could be hurt in the same manners that more...organic, humanoids could be. Walking forwards a few steps, she now stood about twenty-five foot away from the crazed creature. A plan was forming in her mind, as a wave of courage washed over her, perhaps foolishly seeing as the Warforged was undoubtedly a strong foe that should be treated with the utmost respect, for many if not all of them had seen combat at some point in their lives.<br/><br/>A focused stare was upon her face as she looked at the Warforged, she was to use her powers as a Psion to assault the murderer. Reaching out with her mind, she tried to deliver a massive assault upon the thought pathways of the murderous Warforged. The power effected the metal man instantly, and while it didn't seem to harm him too much, it did visibly show some minor amount of pain. "Not good enough..." She chided herself, though perhaps she shouldn't be all too bothered, afterall magic and psionics were rather fickle things in the hands of anyone, for even the best of mages could blow themselves into chunks of...what used to be a person.