While aware of the movement happening around her she had no idea what was truly happening, she felt the force of something that nearly wrenched the feral beast from her arms. Then the air blossomed with blood and she was both sickened and quietly satisfied that she could feel the warm, sticky feeling of blood. So someone had come to her aid after all, she had no idea who of course but she was quietly thankful, it removed the struggle from the creature, so Thaler concentrated on tightening her grip and listening out for that tell tale sign of death. 

In fact, she was so distracted by focusing on the heartbeat of the beast that she didn't hear Domhnall at all, she was oblivious to the others moving in the background and even to Olan sidling up to the fight. When Olan spoke in the true words Thaler paid attention, the hair at the back of her neck stood on end and her ears buzzed as her mind tried to process at least three languages at once. Only then did the moments preceding that filter into her mind and catch up to her. 

They were going to make friends with it? It had come out screaming with the intention to kill, it had gone straight for them on purpose and then went to attack Jaelnec, it had caused untold physical damage to her in its attempt to murder them all... so they were going to make friends with it? Just because it begged for its life? She shouldn't have been surprised, in fact, she wasn't really and so her attention went to the one she could feel pressing down on her and the beast. 

She admired her friends stupidity, their desire to give everything -but Yth and gods apparently- a fair chance, even when they didn't deserve as much but she had no intention of taking chances. Wild beasts acted on instinct, this thing had hunted, it had consciously chosen to attack them, it had rounded on the people it thought it could take out, then attacked their defenders. Now it was begging for its life, any cornered beast no matter how strong would do the same, it didn't mean they ought to be spared. Or did that only count when it was driven by instinct and not desire? 

She attempted to pull her mind together, she wanted to focus one word on the woman hovering above them both. Clearly she had some kind of weapon, so maybe if she got the woman to use it the trio -and she supposed these new two- could be on their way. However it was like catching smoke, her mind swam with pain and was fuzzy from the impact of the ground and the beasts skull on her own -but hey by all means see how the poor creature is- and finally she had to give it up. Thaler considered choking the woman out herself but since Olan was already busy trying to converse with it she decided they'd likely be annoyed at her if she did. 

With a grand effort she managed to let go of the woman but not before 'accidentally' sending her elbow into the side of her head with all the force she could muster. Unaware of the offered hand she managed to pull herself free while the foreign woman continued to bare down on the bitch. Carefully she got to her feet, immediately regretting it but refusing to acknowledge it. Her new-borrowed clothes were ruined, the skirt was more or less fine, just dirty with a few tears but the shirt was torn to shreds. The daywalkers pale white skin was pink with her own blood and that of Angora's, her hair equally stained. With the wind on her her skin she could feel the lacerations up and down her arms, the deep bite marks, the cuts and scrapes. On her back and legs she could feel the bruising and grazes from the impact with the floor and more pertinently the ribs that had been deformed by the beasts weight. It hurt to breathe, it really hurt. The overwhelming urge reared in her to just stamp down on the beast's throat and have this whole stupid affair over with, however, much like Angora, Thaler realised the battle was over and her friends innate goodness and curiosity would over ride any desire to survive. 

"So it's okay when someone chooses to try and kill us but scared animals we just murder." She uttered beneath her breath, having to turn her head to spit a mouthful of blood to the floor. "Good to know." Carefully she navigated the small crowd that had gathered around the poor old would be murderer and made her way back towards where she remembered the clearing to be. She was done, she was tired before this fight now she was exhausted and in a lot of pain. She should never have gone back to help them in that temple, at least she would have returned home with some money and a story to tell. Now all she had were scars she couldn't explain and a heart full of pain, no career, no money, no way to sustain herself and her father's sword was broken. 

Zerul wasn't too far from here, she could likely hop a cart, though considering her wounds that might have been tricky. Whether she went on without them after she reached Zerul or stayed she wasn't sure herself yet. Either way things were going to drastically change, she should have stuck with her original plan, she should have never let them get close to her.