That chair had hit her like a ton of bricks. She rebounded off the ground and laid there with the stars dancing behind her closed eyes. But it only really managed to make her really sore, and very angry. Vedette pushed herself off the floor with a groan. She shook out her head and got to her feet before her hands found the doorway which she used to push herself out into the hall. She turned her head one way, then the other to find the sounds of their feet then tore off down the hallway after them.
None of them would be faster than she was, even if she was practically shaking. Her skin where the chair had collided was probably angry splotches of red which would eventually be bruises. Her face felt worse for that from greeting the floor to swiftly and without any arm to catch herself. Stunned, she had been stunned. And it was not at all fair what Skandra had done. She was closing in on them and the only thing she could think of doing was stopping the man who hit her before stopping the Prince and stopping the man who should have been stopping the Prince to begin with. She unshouldered her bow as she ran.
Vedette's planted her feet after her third running step forward and leaped onto Skandra's back. The other used her bow to throttle him over and over again.
All of the words she was yelling were unintelligible to them, a harsh near growl, but that was simply dragon for: you ugly bastard!