"That is not of my concern." The three voices echoed again in unison, and with a word not of the Hume tongue, or clearly for their ears, was uttered. A rumble came and shook the walls around them as monsters emerged from the caves behind the Guardian.
With her allies in combat rushing upon the groups, Asura's face turned so that her anger would bare down on the party - a spell cast upon herself instantly followed - and she dashed forward a swinging a heavily bladed, and huge, sword into the group.