"If you think you can help, then help."  She smirks, "I doubt it too, but as long as you stay out of my way I won't complain."  Patience, or the Mad Fey, turns and looks back to the staircase with uplifted chin just as the fiend's commands ring through, smirking to herself.  She turns, presenting her back, and leans forward.  One hand is still holding that terrible burning sword, the tip wavering just an inch off the floor, but the other grabs at the back of her skirt and flips it up to present the red underwear and toned backside.<br/><br/>As soon as the C'thuzadions enter the lobby, she slaps herself teasingly, before straightening to face them once more.  "C'mon then, ya little ugly bastards!  Going to take those tentacles and beat ye' to bloody hell with 'em!"  She pushes off her back foot, rather her taunting urged them to charge or not, baring down on the monstrous would-be rapist, wings of dust and lights spreading from her back as she cackles.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>