Anita watched as Lyre dashed toward her and with one quick shift of her body her sword was now pointing at the black wolf instead. Anita was unable to defend against the simultaneous attack that Syron provided, however, completely losing her footing as she was tripped, her body sailing to the ground. As Lyre lands on her lithe frame, Anita moves to slash at him, only to find Syron pinning her sword arm to the ground. Anita lets out a soft whimper as the wolf stares down into her eyes. After Syron flicked her sword away, and Lyre moved off from on top of her, she tries to struggle back into a kneeling position and does not hesitate to swing a gauntleted fist at Syron's nose, working desperately to take advantage of the sudden relinquishing of her pinned position.