One of her swords were drawn swiftly, the silver blade glowing dimly with a dark energy. Though that darkness was pure, untainted. It was a darkness that one could feel peace and serenity in, though it was a darkness that could easily change to being vicious, and this was one of those times. She would defend those who couldn't, she would do anything to keep those she loved safe. She would make sure that no one else fell to those creatures, or the men in strange armor that began clashing swords with those where were trained to use them.