<em>She removed her head from her coat, which she had ducked inside of to prevent being hit by the wooden shrapnel, only to see the ground blanketed in white ash. She rubbed her fingers on a smudge of it that clung to her shoulder, mourning the waste. Tipping her head back she saw the two, still engaged. This was not at all the sort of fight she had expected to see, hardly the friendly brawl but most definitions, considering there wasn't really much brawling going on. She yelled up at the two, shaking a fist in their direction.</em><br/><br/>Oy! Mind the casualties eh? Its all fun and foolery without you two putting a crater here instead of a house en'it it? Ripping up the local wildlife and displacing picnics and such! Where'd you learn your combat courtesy anyway? The backside of a cranky dragon?