Islwyn moved with an unhurried calm, both hands keeping his handgun steady as he fired. He looked relaxed, supported in the branches of the tree. His aim was surprisingly good for someone who carried a sword like it was part of him. The faint mist that trickled from his lips that told of the heat within showed his breath was drawn and held with each shot. Of course noting that would mean someone was watching him far too closely. When he reloaded, his hands flew through the motion without faltering and there was an upward curve to his lips as he resumed firing. It was noisy, and he was pretty sure bits of airborne metal would annoy his sister, but it was fun.<br/><br/>Aderyn hadn't moved. When the other mages began what attacks they could, she simply stood still with her eyes slightly narrowed. Finding something subtle was difficult among all the flash and flying magic and metal. Power was power. While the dead things could give her nothing, they were given life by a power. Finding its whisper among the noise of her companions was difficult. Especially as she didn't want to take power from their works or bodies.  Finally she shook her shoulders slightly, her dark cloak swirling about her legs. Drawing a knife, she kissed the blade, and then began to slide forward after the mages.<br/><br/>When she drew even with Islwyn she slanted a glance his way, her lips finding an echoing smile. Not that he'd be happy to not be able to get his hands on the enemy, but with such a boring foe as one already dead he'd get over it. Her free hand reached to draw her hood up over her head and with the motion it suddenly was nearly impossible to look directly at her. Her steps once more lifted free of the snow, and she stalked invisibly into the night, circling out to ensure the gunmen were not being flanked.<br/><br/>There was no need to warn her to be wary, she was well versed in the fact that battle was about survival and only that. If there was anything other than undead approaching they should blaze in her sight, as she now looked to the edges of the spread of bullets and magic. She slipped from tree to tree, senses searching for any sign that creatures were escaping the bullets.