Ashlynn's mind was still reeling from the impact of Owain's last blow and the implications of the twisted sorcery he'd somehow activated when she heard Isabell's voice call out.
"Ashlynn, handle Owain and that cursed throne!" Isabell's confident, clipped voice rang across the stones of the Great Hall. "We'll manage the rest!"
"Keep them safe!" Ashlynn shouted back as she struggled to her feet.
Good. Isabell was thinking and acting. If anyone could keep people safe from the twisted power of a chained and tormented Ancient Oak, Ashlynn believed that the Hemlock Witch, whose powers with wood were second only to her own, was the best person to rely on.
Still, that left her with a very dangerous Owain Lothian and the source of his stolen power to deal with, and Ashlynn wasted no time in charging forward to re-engage with him now that Isabell had taken command of the rest.
-CLANG!-
