A dozen of their most elite of elites?  Really?  Yifa just laughed, smiling; the Bull<em>really</em>loved his dear little Ice Weasel didn't he?  She'd be more worried about them than they should be of her in all honesty; she alone could probably outfight them, but she'd never actually sought to test that.  She'd have them for but a little bit though, and then would likely take to the form of a Great Eagle and fly her way a good portion there...<br/><br/><hr/><br/>An hour later...<br/><br/>Their travel had been swift across the ice and snow, the Icewalkers called that for good reason, with Yifa leading the group, save the scouts and skirmishers out front.  It was truly shocking then to hear they had found someone out this far, for this place was deadly for any one man to come out alone.  Approaching, cautious, she observed the snow-coated figure, as if she'd been through a terrible storm not terribly long ago, but then when the woman was flipped over... all of the black jade made her eyes narrow, her ears twitch, and her tail stiffen, hairs raising upon it.<br/><br/>"<em>Dragonblood</em>..." she growled, a deep, beastial sound as her body once again became coated in fur... but this time she got bigger, bigger, and maintained her human shape, until she had swollen to a size no mortal man could dream to reach, and her muscle expanded further, now significantly stronger than her own Father even.  Her clothing too vanished into her, but her moonsilver remained etched into her skin "Strip her, wrap her in my cloak, but do not accost her otherwise.  We return to camp now to deal with our new<em>prisoner</em>; Father would want to hear about this immediately... I'll carry her equipment, you carry her, understand?"<br/><br/>About face, forward march; it wouldn't take long to strip her, and she was likely the only one who could carry the unduly heavy Jade artifacts, being careful with the spear.  She vowed never to wield a weapon she herself did not craft, and she no more crafted the spear than she crafted the woman whom she'd just taken it from.  Still, that was an interesting sword... where had it come from, she wondered...?