[Before she really launches herself back at the hordes of things, she casts a look over her shoulder... Well. Some have called them Erasers. She supposes there's no shortage of names for them. Little noctaere offspring or something? Beatrix can hardly say herself what they are. Annoying. That seems to be the only important identifying characteristic.

She doubts she'll be able to take out the larger one. She doesn't have the ability, she suspects, though she'll step in if she has to. For the time being, she settles on trying to carve a path through their immediate opponents. Using her sword, she repels an arrow off to the side, and then a second one.]

You and I are not going to be able to do away with all of these. Let us take out what we need to and find a place to compose ourselves.