Dreha was, for a moment, surprised by Mhundir's sudden appearance in the fight and when he asked her about his sabre she had no answer. She'd been too busy in the fight to notice where his blade had gone but she promptly looked about as she fended off attackers. She'd only ever been around the prince himself but a few times but she was certain something odd was going on with him, especially when he started to talk to himself. She worried momentarily that the ice venom that she'd heard he had been inflicted with had damaged his brain... but the way he moved and fought assured her that he appeared unaffected by the poison, at least in body. Also, there were none of the blue veins on his skin.

As he called for his weapon again Dreha finally found it hidden beneath a pile of clothes and tossed it to him along with a shouted warning, "On your right!" 

She braced herself under her shield as one of the assassins took a reckless flying leap, trying to get over her defenses. She was forced down to one knee with the weight of the blow and then delivered her sword through his middle and then yanked it to the side... eviscerating him before he vanished. Her arms ached from the sword and the shield and if she didn't want to tire too quickly she'd have to alter her tact. She dropped away the shield and felt some of her energy returning with the drop in weight.