She waits until the lightning has flared and gone, until the bear stumbles reeling and half-burnt, before she strikes. Efficient, powerful blows, their measured precision contributing as much to their effectiveness as the force behind them does. Cassandra does not have the bulk to waste on wild swings that may glance off their targets, or miss entirely. She puts everything she has into every action, and it has always served her well.

As it does now. The bear goes down, Greta's readiness to cast her spell again rendered unnecessary, and Cassandra steps back, considering the beast with grim satisfaction for a moment before turning to the mage.

"Excellent work," she says, with a small, amused upward quirk of her lips. "It seems we make a good team."