Awaking to the word that this sphere was under attack yet again, did not surprise Yennefer. Over time she'd come to realize that this place seemed to find extreme ways to maintain balance. It was either delirious- albeit sometimes unwanted- happiness or terror. The in-between wasn't that much better if she were to be honest. Though, she supposed Goodland was far preferable to the Continent.
At least, when all hell broke loose she could unleash her chaos.
Leaving Geralt standing guard at Elena and Damon's door, she made her way through the throng of monsters- portalling when necessary or when she grew bored. Normally she wouldn't have been too keen on lending a hand, but remaining inside wasn't an option either. If anything it could have been more dangerous. No one wanted an anxious agent of chaos cooped up indoors.
It wasn't too long before she caught the familiar scent of burning flesh. It wasn't quite the same as the carnage of the Nilfgaardians, but not even the stench of these creatures could mask the familiarity of the fire. Tilting her head for a moment, she simply watched for a moment as the flames poured from his hands.
When the two monsters drew closer to him, Yen stepped forward unleashing her own fiery inferno upon them until they finally succumbed to the flames. "Impressive," she stated simply. It was a rare occurrence for her to admit such a thing, but she couldn't deny his skills.