"...Indeed!" She'd heard the owls never took too kindly to an attack, but that was a given for anything, really. But it was when they seemed to begin converging into a much larger specimen that the auri woman thrust down her staff.

"Ferocity answered with ferocity, then. Sorry about this." A gentler touch wasn't on the docket. She'll swap stones, opting for a Warrior job change instead. When she grasped the staff and twirled it, it shifted to her warhammer as the pelts and leather popped to form against her body.

She sucked in a breath and released it low in an inhuman growl.

"If this bird has taken what's mine, the menu is chicken pot pie." A gauntlet clenched, a tomahawk conjured. Hurled at the avian head as she advanced. That got the attention of all sorts of things. Tanks gotta tank.

"Just need to tenderize it first..."