Anastasia knew it wouldn't be easy to take on this 'champion'. "I don't know who you are, but you will bite your tongue, or I will silence you like I did those who exiled me so long ago. Who are you to deem who is and isn't worthy of being Fae, know your place dog." Anastasia was now irritated by this little girl, and sent a few undead to swarm her. As this happened Anastasia raised from the ground giant roots covered in thorns to try and subdue the girl. These roots where as solid as stone, and the thorns razor sharp. As this happened part of her rose shawl slid down her arm and created a bow. She notched an arrow, and aimed for the girls chest. She then fired the shot, Anastasia herself was no stranger to combat. Anastasia's warfare was mostly about overwhelming opponents, if it came down to a one on one fight she knew she would be in trouble. Anastasia's undead continued to charge, assaulting the tree. Her assassins would soon be around whoever was guarding the jewel, her larger creatures were simply sweeping away the mortals in their path. Anastasia was feeling victorious, but at the same time she felt off. She felt almost distant, the words of the fox couldn't be bothering her this much could they. Who was this thing, just thinking about her was starting to make Anastasia angry.