She gracefully side-steps, glaring at the spot where she was just standing. She pulls her black hair into a ponytail, her fingers twitch on the hilt of her sword, clearly anxious.

Ash and Puck were now deep in battle, and it looked like each was intent on killing the other.
Puck dodged a savage blow and tossed Ash something from his pocket. It erupted into a large boar, squealing madly as it charged at the prince, tusks gleaming. The ice sword hammered into it, and the boar exploded in a swirl of dry leaves. Ash flung out his arm, and a spray of glittering ice shards flew toward Puck like daggers. Puck inhaled and blew in their direction like he was blowing out a birthday candle. The shards shimmered into daisies, raining harmlessly around him, and he grinned.
Ash attacked viciously, his blade singing as he bore down on this opponent. Puck dodged and parried with his dagger, retreating before the onslaught of the Winter prince. Diving away, Puck snatched a handful of twigs from the base of the tree, blew on them, and tosses them into the air--
--and now there were three Pucks, grinning wickedly as they set upon their opponent...

She watches wordlessly.

She watches, smiling brightly with a mischevious glint in her eyes as she begins circling them.

Ash ignores Claire and Lin. Three knives flashed, three bodies surrounded the dark prince, as the real Puck leaned against the tree and watched Ash struggle.
But Ash was far from beaten. He spun away from the Pucks, his sword a blur as he dodged and parried, whirling from one attack to the next. He ducked beneath an opponent's guard, ripped his blade up, and sliced cleanly through a Puck's stomach. The doppelganger split in two, changing into a severed stick that dropped away. Ash spun to meet the Puck rushing up from the side. His sword whirled, and Puck's head dropped from his shoulders before reverting to a twig. The last Puck charged the prince from behind, dagger raised high. Ash didn't even turn, but rammed his blade backward, point up. Puck's lunge carried him onto the blade and drove it through his stomach, the point erupted out his back. The prince yanked his sword free without turning, and a shattered twig dropped to the snow.
Ash lowered his sword, gazing around warily. Puck had pulled a Grimalkin. Instantly wary, the Winter prince scanned the garden, edging forward with his sword raised. His gaze flicked to the girls but dismissed them almost as quickly, stepping beneath the boughs of a frozen pine.
As Ash stepped under the branches, something leaped out of the snow, howling. The prince dodged, the knife barely missing him, and Puck overbalanced, stumbling forward. With a snarl, Ash drove the paint of the sword through Puck's back and out his chest, pinning him to the ground...

Lin seems to be off in another world entirely, not even seeming to notice.

She immediately darts forward, hitting Ash aside with the hilt of her sword. She doesn't look at Puck, knowing she would probably hesitate.

As Claire does this, the body vanishes. For a split second, Ash stared at the pierced leaf on the tip of his sword, then threw himself to the side as something dropped from the tree, dagger flashing in the light.
Puck's laughter ran out as Ash rolled to his feet, clutching his arm. Blood seeped between his fingers. (Guess I lied when I said nobody was going to get hurt) "Almost too slow that time, prince," Puck mocked, balancing the dagger on two fingers. "Really, that's the oldest trick in the book. I know, 'cause I wrote the book. I've got a million more if you want to keep playing."
"I'm getting tired of sparring with copies." Ash straightened, dropping his hand. "I guess honor isn't as prevalent in the Seelie Court as I thought. Are you the real Puck, or is he too cowardly to face him myself?"
Puck regarded him disdainfully, before shimmering into nothingness. Another Puck stepped out from behind a tree, a nasty grin on his face. "All right, then, prince," he said, smirking as he approached. "If that's what you want, I'll kill you the old fashioned way." And they flew at each other again. At the same time, he was very aware that Claire might attack him at any second

Lin simply stares past them blankly.

She very much wanted to as she clenched her sword in her hand, her knuckles white. She continues to watch, circling them, she paid close attention to how Ash moved, making sure to note any flaws, despite the fact that there were barely any.