Thaler was holding onto the vain hope that for a glorious moment the madness would stop and she'd be able to think straight. She'd be able to figure out what to do with the two new strangers and the wild, whatever, that had sprung from the bushes, what to do with Aemoten and how to help Jaelnec and of course Etakar. She had the vague notion that she'd be able to get things sorted and they'd get to Zerul and they'd all eat and laugh and everything would be okay. 

She felt the change in the air pressure even before the blades crashed and that vain hope disappeared, her eyes dropped close for a moment as she gave a rueful sigh. They honestly were cursed weren't they? She carefully moved to her feet, they tingled a little, she was pushing herself too much. Still, no doubt poor Jaelnec and the others were affected by her words and they'd last, well as long as they lasted, which meant she had another mess to clear up.

She felt around but realised she had left her blade some ways off. [i]Typical[/i], she thought to herself. Rolling her shoulders she turned to the sound of the swords, shifted her position and she charged for what she hoped was the beastial attacker. She wasn't really sure what she planned to do, her usual fighting attacks wouldn't work on a beast and honestly she was too tired to care right now about form and grace. When she could sense the closeness of the fighting duo she leapt and attempted to wrap her arms around the creature's neck and pull back while closing her elbow tightly across her throat and barring it off with the other arm, her legs went to grapple hips if she found purchase so she'd have more weight and strength behind her.