Muttering very unladylike thoughts, she rises to her full height and glares at Dallas. .

There seemed to be a change in the sound of the battle. Taking her scavenged arrows, she climbed a tree to once again become a hidden sniper. Unfortunately a tree doesn't allow her to move as well as the rooftops did so she is running the risk of herself becoming a target. She can only hope that the fighters on the ground keep the Vandals to busy to look up.

As she nocks yet another arrow, she sees Dallas take up position below the tree. That man reminds her more and more of a big, lumbering puppy dog, always looking for his next meal.