Team Daenerys!
The arrival of Wolverine was startling, he looked nothing like what she remembered of the man from the Halloween fair. This man was all beast, wild with claws and sharp teeth. He moved fast and precise. When he told her to move behind him, she obliged - she wasn't about to say no when someone obviously more skilled was willing to fight for her. Her hand was still suspended in the air, and her own sword was facing away from Wolverine's body in case some demons decided to attack from another direction.
"I --- I don't know what to do. I'm being pulling to the center of the rip. I think I have to go there." Her steps were slow, as the demons kept rocking on their feet, trying to decide when it was the right time to attack.
Violet eyes found Michonne closing the gap between her and the demons, and suddenly she felt more at ease. This would be better if two people could focus on the demons, she could focus on the rift. A hand pushed on Wolverine's back, "Get me closer to the center of the rift. I think I have to line up my hand."
A small demon scrambled through the large group, and inched it's way through the mess of feet. Dany's attention was brought down to the small creature as it inhaled deeply and blew out a small breath of fire. Frowning slightly, she brought her sword down, and shook the soot from her feet as she looked back up at the tear in the sky. "I think the mark on my hand is some sort of.... lock. Or seal to close up the tears."