Scorn followed the offending archer, throwing the corpse off of her blade and holding it before her, poised to strike the Dragon-Blooded. Standing before her, her blade kept even with her throat, her eyes narrowed. "What mercy do you bestow upon others that you deserve pardon now, scion of Cynis?"<br/><br/>Smirking cruelly, Scorn's eyes turned to Ihorangi for only an instant, remaining fixed on the archer. "I am no friend of Cynis. Who are you and what are your intentions?" Scorn's tone expected answers as her blade expected obedience, lest it cleave the life from the woman before her.