She didn't understand what was going on as they continued to move, making their way closer and closer to the tower.  In truth with her sixth sense in it's weaker state she didn't comprehend the tear at the time, but she would notice that Cyrus' mannerism altered it's normal scheme that caused her to step closer.  About to see if he were alright Wiflor's approach was halted as he went silent and move around the corner of the large stone and took to his bow as an old friend.  More monsters?  She wondered before keeping track of Cyrus again.<br/><br/>Whispering. Her ears would twitch as the sound of the bowstring stretching hit, every fiber pulling upon one another as it rubbed gently to the ends of the arrow. A single step shifting gravel and dirt, then the twinge as the arrow were sent to glide on the air.  At that moment silence seemed to hit again before a second arrow came to be prepared and the sound of bone cracking in the skull by the time a second arrow was ready to release.  Why were humans always so quick to kill one another.  Peeking out after Cyrus she would watch as the arrow were removed from the man's neck, a small rain of blood trickling across fallen leaves and footsteps sounding again.<br/><br/>A third bandit would come across the scene and take note of Cyrus, allerted by something so simple as the word Hey.  Unsheathing his blade he seemed ready to charge before an all too familiar boulder crashed near him, his sword lost in the sudden commotion and the bandit jumping away from the dirt and debris tossed aside by the stone.  Wiflor figured there to be a reason for Cyrus to strike and within seconds she had followed through the air of the boulder, landing on them with a crack of their leg and arm, her clawed hands stretching their arms apart.  Upon them it was fast, or so fast as she could make it.  A headbutt.<br/><br/>Normally such a thing would be lucky to knock a person unconscious but in this case the bandit's head would all but explode, the layered hood of wild game giving no protection.  The array of splatter would show as Wiflor rose to her feet, turning to Cyrus with a smile and stepping forward.  Sort of.  In the process of trying to approach him she would sway a little bit from one direction to another until she stopped on her feet and shook her head.  A bit dizzy after smashing someone's head in with her own she'd think before simply sitting down so to make sure she wouldn't fall instead.<br/><br/>Tough or not a blow to the head would still be a blow to the head.  Not that she would think much on the matter.  Turning her eyes up to Cyrus  she wouldn't give in and instead would just give a bit of a goof ball smile, a bit of the bandit's blood having found perch on her forehead.