The two Venatori do not seem to notice Helena as she approaches, their focus entirely forward on the arch of the hill, a frown on their faces. Staff in hands and dragons on their arms, they have no shame - it is the nature of anyone with a drop of Shimada blood to have a touch too much pride, not even pretending to be anything other than they are. They're whispering quietly to each other, walking forward and readying themselves, too close to Kirkwall now, when Helena leaps.

The reaction is immediate.

Sparks light up the hands of the one that she has attacked and he twists, trying to get at her. The other draws his staff with a shout, lifting his own magic to summon something to deal with this monster that has appeared in front of them - at least until Benedict's spell hits him. His cry of agony is obvious and he slips, ankle twisting a little as he reaches to grab at his head.

That's when Hanzo moves.

He lifts himself and lunges, an unnatural movement with a slight glow to it - more than enough to betray the echo his spirits have on his power. Bow in hand, he lifts it high and tilts his head, focussing before he lets the first loose, the sharp edge of the arrow striking the shoulder of the Venatori attempting to throw Helena off through his pain. It's only then that his arm seems to glow blue, one dragon swirling around his forearm: three arrows are shot far faster than the average human might manage, hitting shoulder, arm and leg of the Venatori attempting to protect his fellow.

They need to keep one alive. He hasn't decided which one yet.