Squealing in pain at the sudden impact of the blade cutting to her hip so, the squeal was mostly surprise rather than pain, the impact having caught her at a rather tender spot, although she was grateful it didn't come closer to even more tender places. Shivering a bit she winced and struck forth with the blade, trying to use the mist to her advantage and cut down the man that hit her a moment ago, and help out her halfling companion in this fight.<br/><br/>She wanted to save her magic a little. Last battle she had spent it all quickly, now she wanted to save some to arrest the nobleman. He might still hold some surprises in store. "I did think it was odd that we saw no servants or maids anywhere but it occured to me too late, sorry Miss Death."