You do what you do best: the Venatori are dealt with, no man left alive, your inexplicable ally assisting as she strikes down any that faces her until she reaches her goal. You do well for yourself; it's what you're here for, after all.

But when she finally reaches the man named Tiberius, she reaches out and grabs the hand holding his staff, crushing it in her armored fingers.

Though he cries out in pain, he grits his teeth and hisses at her, "I am your master! You will kneel!"

"No," the woman says coldly. "I kneel before no one again."

With her other hand, she slams her clawed fingers into his jaw, growling as she rips it messily off before she drops him to the ground. Lifting up a foot, she proceeds to stomp his face in, hardly paying much heed to anyone else around her just yet.