Dragoncrest Cliffs "With it or on it."

her mark lands satisfyingly, mouth filling with a copper tang, but it does not seem to deter the brute. his shouting goes unprocessed -- too much is happening for her to keep track of where he's aiming, how he's moving, the sight of mallaidh's blood still blazing in her head.

the man shoves away from her as a dark blur catches her attention. dimly she notices opalia, pushing from the brute on instinct, not even recognizing that the interloper is a child. one on their border is a foolish mistake. two is an act of war she intends to cut at the knee. (distantly heda's call reverberates through her, though in the moment, she does not process it for what it is).

"don't even think about it," she snarls roughly and goes for the smaller intruder, aiming for her neck.