She's unarmed, but certainly not out of her depth. Babd, arms covered in blood, red hair completely out of control, claws extended, doesn't immediately fly at the woman suggesting she stand down. After a moment--


"Truly noble, slaughtering your way through the field to deliver your bullshit missive of pacifism. We presume you have the same choice as Mistress Morrigan, and yet here you stand bearing the blood of the side I was placed on and claiming this is not my fight.

"This is not yours either, so who are you to talk?"