<em>Clang! Clang! Clang!</em><br/><br/>Lythia snapped to, the knight's racket ripping her from her terrified hypnosis and injecting fresh life into her veins. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of the man charging towards the beast, its yellow eyes hungrily sweeping the small assembly. She swayed, still caught in the light-headed, weak-kneed intersection of her body's fight or flight response. She inched back, subconsciously seeking the illusory warmth and safety of the inn she'd so hastily abandoned, heart thrashing against her ribcage.<br/><br/>Finally, her tongue found voice, and she choked out the words at first before repeating them in a louder exhort; "Somebody help that man!" and before the last syllable had tripped out of her mouth she was chiding herself for feeling so helpless.<br/><br/>OOC: Delaying her action