Bonesplinter Ravine Lost in translation

.....Oh. 

Nyra had definitely not expected that. 
As Effie bowled over from Nyra's connection with her, the Shieldmaiden bared her teeth still as the black-cream girl fell to the ground. 
Adrenaline still going at the moment, Nyra was almost inclined to keep going and tear the girl apart, but...she didn't get up...?
At first, Nyra wasn't sure if she just straight up killed her, but she seemed to be breathing, though...also bleeding. 
For fuck's sake, nothing about me makes sense anymore! Nyra growled to herself inwardly, turning her attention then to go help, at minimum, neutralize the other intruder. 

Even though she was the one who called every Saint to arms, Nyra was, contradictorily, also the one to try and stop the almost guaranteed slaughter she had called for. 

"STOP!!!!!!" The Harbinger roared as loud as she could. There was zero guarantee those who arrived would listen to her, for she was not the Alpha, but she could certainly try. If Kynareth and Zsuzsa heeded her, Nyra would then say...
"Let him explain himself! His companion is neutralized, to a dire extent. She's not dead, but...This is my error, let me correct it if I can."