Not to mention the damnable sluggish spell the quasit had cast was before still affecting her. But, damn it, she was not going to show weakness.
The proud Cheliax straightened up her posture and took deep, discreet, breaths to steady herself as her dark eyes took stock of the developing situation from under her sweaty bangs.
The cranes were flying in around in the air, weaving to and fro. With those in the way, she couldn't get a clear shot. Then there was the newcomer, Ugly Mugs.
That meant she couldn't just throw her axe as her first instinct demanded. Instead, Jan dropped the now useless weapon to the floor and shifted her grip on her shield. With a quick jerk from both hands, she executed a simple maneuver she had trained enough that she could do it blind-folded, and up went the shield over her shoulder and down came the long-hafted bardiche from over the other shoulder.
"Oy, another ugly mug. Well, I guess its the Goddess' shtick." She commented off-handedly with a grin on her face, ignoring how the muscles that kept the expression steady tingled from the pull of the gaping wound on her neck. The woman stepped up the balcony's edge and waved the bardiche in her hands threateningly.
"Come on, let's wrap this up real quick, I need all the beauty sleep I can get."