Noticing that the girl from before had a smoke powder weapon, Firesong grinned fiercly.  Golden eyes saught a draconian in a somewhat open space that the burnette would have a clear line of fire at, hoping to draw as many of the dragonmen as she could into that space, she zeroed in on the first and charged at him hard, her feet blurring from her ground eating pace.  At the last moment the white staff he had hefted to attack was instead planted as she leapt, spun around it, and drove her heal at the draconian.