I'm not dead, so clearly you're not that late. Thanks. [She swings the scarf at the approaching horde, snapping a few faces and pushing them back a little, but she's forced to take a few quick hops backward and light up the afternoon once more.] O' din of this modest land! Stone Blast!

[As she opens the ground under the Combatmen and sends up a hail of rocks, she takes a breath.] I haven't exactly had time to keep up with things - what the hell happened? I know these things don't come from here.