The wagon was starting to get on her nerves. Not that she had been happy in the least when she had first entered the damned thing, but now it was really starting to get at her. Women were clinging to each other, and it made her want to be sick. The least they could do was have the stomach to be strong about it all. She was far from a weeping maiden.<br/><br/>Looking out at the scenery as they passed it, she frowned as she heard something. Looking out and around the wagon a bit more, she sat up on her knees, breeches moving easily to allow the movement. Upon seeing the dragon and hearing the cries of the others, she cursed under her breath. Watching the damned thing land, she winced as she was thrown around the wagon. When the top came off, she shoved a woman off of her, motioning towards the woods where many men had fled to.<br/><br/>"Run!" With that, she'd move out of the wagon and take off running. She'd look about, of course, to see if anyone was following her advice, but if they weren't, Ilynara would simply continue to run. Couldn't help anyone if she was dead, could she? Watching a woman fly through the air and into a tree not far from her, she continued to run, her elven blood helping her move quickly. Once she was in the woods she'd turn to look back from behind a tree, sharp eyes searching for those that could be saved. Other than the guards, of course. They could rot for all she cared, rude bastards. But the other women really hadn't done her any harm, so she couldn't see the harm in helping them. With a sharp shove, she'd have her braided hair behind her shoulders and out of her way, feeling her blood start to pump at the thought of combat. Even as she searched for surviving women to aid, she also let her eyes search for her weapons of choice that may have been abandoned either by those fleeing or those dying.