He grimaced, "No matter what we do, we're chancing having to face barbarians en masse."
He sat back and span his lance around, thinking, "The barbarians who fled will warn her that several Exalted are probably on their way, unless we arrive first. They'll be ready for us, so I doubt they'll be having a feast or anything. Preparing for one, with us as the main course, yes, but having one ... no."
He sighed, obviously annoyed by the situation.
"If we wait, and let them relax their guard, thinking we're not coming, chances are, she'll get hungry, as will they. And there goes some of the whole purpose of the rescue. As I'm quite sure that our boys will be the first on the menu."
He gripped the lance suddenly, "And I'd rather not chance getting there just in time to see them serving up human leg over easy. Especially when I recognize who the leg belongs to. If we try diplomacy, we run into the issue that the barbarians may not let us get close enough to her without disarming us. And I'd rather not be at the center of a group of cannibals without weapons."
He grinned, and it was a cold grin, "Unless we can find a way to make her arrogance work in our favor. A Lunar Exalted being so open about what she is? This could work. If we go for the diplomacy angle, begging for her mercies, and then if that fails, sow the ground with barbarian and lunar exalted blood."