Korrin manages a grim smile as Araceli gets to work, always rather taken with her grace and devastating accuracy. If circumstances weren't so dire, she would enjoy the show unabashedly. As it is, this is no time to let down one's guard and she's well aware of that fact. That hand on her kadan's wrist doesn't go unnoticed, and she snarls, nearly charging to blast it of herself. Before she can, though, that gasp gets her attention and she glances around....

...well, shit. A pair of Red Templar Knights are approaching, weapons drawn. They aren't within range yet, but they soon will be. Turning her attention back to the horror, she promptly renews Veilstrike to smash him to the ground, forcing him to release that wrist. "They'll just keep coming! We have to move!" They could take down this pair, sure, but going on the offensive will cost them lives sooner or later. And who knows how many more there might be in the gardens?