While her Mother cried out that glorious war cry, Zeetha kept to her part. Keeping her ears pricked. She kept listening as carefully as she could until at last, she heard footsteps. Running... and in their direction? Rather heavy footfalls too but lighter than they should have been. And then he appeared around the corner. Klaus, the very person they were looking for.
"Someone looks guilty" she frowned at Klaus. "Do you want me to hold him down while you cut something off, or would you rather pin him?" she asked Zanta, glancing back at her Mother as she drew a sword.