Isiea turns her attention to Shard. She heads towards her, knife in hand, batting away any redcaps who try to eat her.

"I... don't mind. " She mumbled, watching the redcaps.

Shard had slipped away from the door frame and was now approaching Isiea. Her eyes glimmered black, and her lips curled in a smile as she raised a hand. A long spear of ice formed overhead, angled at her.

He stepped toward the redcaps, grinning, and the redcaps lunged, brandishing knives and baseball bats. Puck waited until the last second before he dodged, into the room and away from the wall. The pack followed. Grumlys fist hammered down, but Puck leaped aside just in time, and a redcap was smashed flatter than a pancake.

"Whoops," Puck exclaimed, putting both hands to his mouth, even as he sidestepped Grumlys second swing. "Clumsy of me."

The redcaps snarled curses and lunged at him again.

They continued this deadly dance around the room, Puck leading the redcaps on with taunts, laughter, and cheers. Grumly roared and smashed his fists at the little men scurrying around his feet, but the redcaps were quick, and now wary to the danger. This didn't stop them from launching an all-out attack on Puck, who danced, dodged, and pirouetted his way around the ogre, almost seeming to enjoy himself. One wrong move, one miscalculation, and Puck would be a bloody smear on the floor.

She takes something out of her pack. It's too small to see what it is, and she puts it back anyways. She continues towards Shard,

She couldn't help but be slightly worried about Puck; He was her only friend. Even if that was only because Oberon had told him to watch over the girls.

There was a yowl, and an invisible weight must have thumped onto her back, for she staggered and nearly fell. Something flashed golden on her chest: a key, attached to a thin silver chain. With a curse, Shard flung the invisible assailant into the wall; there was a thud and a hiss of pain as Grimalkin materialized for a split second and winked out of sight again.

Well, so far so good.

Isiea takes the chance and lunges at Shard, fast as she can, fully intent on stabbing her.

Good. She definitely didn't need her very tiny circle to become basically nonexistent.

(I wasn't going to make it that easy)

She turned with blinding speed, and a pale white hand clamped around Isiea's throat and it seemed to be made of stone. Her skin burned with cold; ice crystals formed on her neck as Shard slowly tightened her grip, smiling. Maybe they could get Grumly's help? The key on her neck had to be for something.

True. That wouldn't be very nice.