Saarebas. And none of the southern armored Arvaarad to control her? Issa spends a moment to glance at the mage before diving back in, meeting the meaty swing of flesh with another decisive blow of her fist. This thing is large and angry and dangerous, but it need not be put to a blade if it can be calmed.

If it cannot? She can break the neck of this thing as well as she might any other.