Enara did not have the time or the patience to process the absolute absurdity of Ananara standing there, now a towering menace of thorned vines and an exasperating sense of superiority. She was still trying to come to terms with the fact that her life had, at some point, become a never-ending spiral of increasingly ridiculous events, and this? This was just the latest in a long list of things she was not emotionally prepared for.
"Fine," she muttered, rolling her shoulders as she prepared to lunge back into the fight. "But if he starts making dramatic speeches, I'm leaving."
Ananara grinned. The vines around his body shifted, tightening like armor. "Oh, princess, I was born for dramatic speeches."
Daena groaned. "Just kill the damn things already."
And with that, chaos resumed.