When the artillery sounds, Yasha's entire mien changes. Her tail, which had been gently lashing back and forth as she surveyed their possible enemies, goes rigid and then wraps tightly around her own hips to get out of the way of any threats, and her face hardens and ears flatten. She knows what cannons sound like and do to people in the open, and even if this were a frankly sick cannon it could still blow things up with a vengeance. So be it. Her barrel starts to rise towards the enemy commander- Yasha operating under the general principle of always targeting leaders first and with as much force as can be found- and is about to bring it to bear on her target when the friendly catgirl begins booming out her challenge. For a second, she ignores it, thinking more in terms of finding the range, mentally calculating the windage, and seeing just where to aim to put her first shot into the chest of the other commander... but then she stops and Listens. Huh. So that was what was under the fluffy-albeit-well-muscled exterior.<br/><br/>With a short snort, she looks over at Maribel when the catgirl is done, and says, "This would be an excellent time to go find out how many of your kins' lives a fourth train is worth, kid. As in,<span style="font-style: italic">right now.</span>. Marik? Get back on the train."<br/><br/>"But you-"<br/><br/>"Shoo." Dropping her voice and whispering to Arcea, she adds, "Out in this much open space, where they've got artillery and guns and you don't?<span style="font-style: italic">Someone</span>has to stick around out here and be sure they don't just try to harry you from long range and not let you close. C'mon, let's get the others on the train first."