"Hit me one mo' time, an the only bleedin' side ye'll be on is down."  Janna growls at Allura, but the axe is removed from the Tiefling's neck, turning her back to the pair to focus down on the bardling.  Of course, of the two, Gajol is the immediate threat.  The magic of fascination is strong enough that, unless the barbarian woman gets in close with that massive blade, the warrior's attention is mostly on the music brought forth by the magic of the harp.  "Look't, ye' can bloody well not worry about lil' ole me."  The weapons are hooked to her belt, open palms displayed.  "Just don't likin' surprises an' this bloody day been full of joyful little gotcha's, get /me/?"<br/><br/>She steps away from Inyrra, circling away to clear the path, keeping an eye on both the massive black dragon and the bard playing at his feet.  It leaves her, to say the least, a little cross-eyed.<br/><br/>"See?  Ain't gonna hurt the lil' darlin'.  Can't blame me for seein' tails and horns an' thinkin' kill."<br/><br/>She blanches nearly white, "Uh-- not ye so much, ye drakeness, mind..."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>