"Rainca is certain of victory with the magics of Dioran Uthelem on her." She turns to the messenger and squints suspiciously, "How do you know this, swiftrider?" She waves her hand dismissing her own question, "It does not matter." She turns to the others, unslinging her battle axe. Her posture changes slightly and her eyes - she is suddenly tense, taut and radiating feral danger.
"Take up your arms my brothers, we will meet this Brute face to face and defend Bluerun from the hoar-suns!" She thrusts her battleaxe in the air roaring.
Turning away, sashes fluttering, she unshoulders her pack, keeping out her wineskin. She unstoppers it with her free hand and pours a blessing of wine onto the blade of her battleaxe. It slides along the blade's edge, thin and pale red. She watches it momentarily, lips moving silently and wets her fingertips with the wine and goes to each of her comrades, the messenger included, touching her fingertips to their lips, "The Laugher comes," she murmurs.
When finished she wipes her axe blade and puts the wineskin with the rest of her pack. She grips her axe in both hands, knuckles paling and peers up, hoping to see Restless Brother Owl.
Rainca did not think she would need call on the Blood Father to her side so soon.