Rhysan's eyes widen and she curses. She lets out a loud snarl, and all of the troops book it to get all of the dead and injured to safety. She positions herself between the wooden club and her retreating comrades.
Rhysan roars and she tries to land in a crouch, but her stance is weak. She growls and glares at her troops when they look like they're about to help her. She shifts into her human version. "RUN, YOU DAMN BASTARDS!"
The king and queen both sighed. They resumed pacing and such. They were lost in those worried thoughts. They really did not know what to do. They feared for their daughter and only child as well as their people.
Rhysan growls as she struggles to get up. "You leave them the hell alone!" She snarls at the cowering troops. "Have some dignity, goddamn it! And I told you TO RUN!" She roars, startling the troops into a hurried retreat.
"Sure I'll leave them alone. When the flesh has been stripped from their bones." It spits the wooden pole, now carved into a massive spear, at the fleeing troops.