She ignored the taunt, knwoing that the stink of the chlorine would follow her for a few more moments as she rearmed herself with a sword that had been scabbarded at the hip of one of the archers that had fallen in the first moments, then, with a quick burst of energy she leapt into the air, her wings unfurling and letting her sweep across to the opposite side of the yard, landing, sword-first on an archer, before growling, her feral nature seething under the surface as she lunged at a second archer, inch-long talons tearing into the hapless soldier's face as she ripped his sword free from his belt, and continued moving, stalking towards the twinned ballistae at the gate.<br/><br/>Sneaking a glance to the side, she saw The Dragoon making short work of the second pair of spearmen, before the swordsmen charged in, preventing the ballista from firing for fear of hitting their own troops. Instead, the already-loaded construction swung towards her, creaking slightly as the three men at the weapon cursed.<br/><br/>A moment later, the Ballista bolt tore through the air, but flying low, though it moved with such speed and force that it punched into the heavy stone wall by at least half a foot, looking like a particularly short flagpole. Distracted by the impact of the bolt into the wall, She grunted with pain when an archer, less than twenty feet away, fired an arrow into the scales of her right shoulder, the barbed tip of the arrow opening up a rather large cut. In response, she charged the archer, bashing him in the helm with the pommel of the sword, and continued moving, heading around to attack the swordsmen from behind.