Halfie could be a very offensive nickname; something Lyra never remembered to consider. It did not take much for Lyra to remove herself from where she stood once Evridiki had begun her move in the direction of the bandit's encampment. Lyra moved behind her but at a distance she deemed reasonably safe and unintrusive. Lyra was sort of disappointed really that the man had no idea he was being hunted - typically that would have made for a very entertaining game of cat and mouse.  Oh well she thought and followed silently behind the half-angel. 

When they arrived Lyra paused just far enough behind Evridiki to ensure she had enough space if something were to occur but she was near enough that Evridikis wing would block her from view. A gesture Lyra took as protective over anything else, this did not bother the half-djinn though she could stand her own she had not come here with the intention to fight just as a viewer of what was to unfold. 

Although that half-djinns temper was being tested with each snicker or sneer - deeply she inhaled - now is not the time Lyra - Dual colored eyes closed and a cool breeze lifted around the half-djinn and Evridiki.

"I hope he's home" Lyra lightly joked. 

Evri smirked lightly, a new confidence causing her eyes to burn a brighter shade of red, though she quickly set her face back to its neutral expression. One of the larger tents rustled, and out came a tall yet bulky man with tendrils of greasy black hair hanging down in front of his face and matching beard. His eyes gleamed yellow above his sneer, and the blood coating his clothing suggested that he, unlike the rest of his band, was definitely prone to using violence. Such a pity. Unfazed, Evridiki made a point of looking the man up and down, obviously unimpressed. "You are Osai?" asked the half-angel, taking a step forward. He, in return, boldly sauntered toward her until they were only a couple feet apart.

"What's it to ye?" His sneer turned into a condescending smile upon noticing Lyra. "Lookin' fer a dolly, lasses?" Calmly, Evri once again moved to shield the half-Djinn, gripping the hilt of her sword. "I come on behalf of the family your clan robbed two days ago. Return their belongings and provide me with enough silver to sufficiently repair their home," she commanded, resulting in a roar of laughter from nearly the entire camp.

Once it died down, Osai responded. "Yer outta yer league, little girl. Go home before someone clips a wing." A hot rage boiled inside of her, and her eyes dulled as she drew her sword. Without hesitation, she slashed at one of the two men accompanying Osai, sending him flying backwards into a tent. Osai, however, was quick, yanking out a mace and delivering a blow to her chest. Luckily, she wore armor there, but she was still winded and looked to Lyra for assistance. It seemed the whole camp was getting riled up.

Lyra allowed the air to escape from her lungs in a rather dramatic sigh. It had been sometime for the Djinn but the provocation was strangely welcomed. They had after all gotten easily on her nerves shortly after their arrival. Dual colored eyes watched as mace made contact with Evridikis chest. 

Evridiki did not have to say a word. Lyra was quick to aide her. The cool breeze that had surrounded her, keeping her hair and clothing in perpuputal motion increased, picking up and twisting around the Djinn until she began to levitate a bit off the ground. Her arms had extended straight out from either side - and her eyes, burned a bright white. Cracks emerged amongst her porcelain skin.  

"Leave the others to me, focus Osai." 

The Djinn had muttered a few words and rapidly began summoning a number of elementals, made purely pit of air and moved like small fierce tornados. They would still through a man or two throwing them with way and that or consuming them entirely within their windy core. 

While her air elementals worked tirelessly harassing the men who gathered to strike an attack. Lyra whistled softly and within a moment a bird of blue appeared from thin air - it was not a living bird but a bird made of wind and air. It whistled back to Lyra before swooping down and surrounding the half-angel with a shield of air that would move as fluidly as she did - think of it as an extra layer over her arm - since it was made of air it made no extra weight in fact it may make her feel even lighter. Supportive magic was one of the Dreary Djinns specialties. 

"I'll lend you my support." 

Supported by Lyra's shield of wind, Evridiki used her wings to help push herself off of the ground, propelling herself toward Osai. As she did, her sword was engulfed in flames, poised to strike at the man's shoulder. He once again raised his mace to strike, but Evri had learned her lesson. Swiftly, she tucked her wings to her back, sliding onto the ground between his legs and slicing his unprotected calf. With a howl of pain, Osai fell to his knees, still wildly swinging his mace around. He managed to nick her in the arm, but Lyra's protection kept her from being injured.

Once she was upright again, she called over to the Djinn. "Just don't break any of them too much!" Before he could take advantage of her attention being elsewhere, Evri slashed at Osai's hand, causing him to drop his weapon. The fire surrounding her blade meant that his wounds would be cauterized and prevent bleeding out. She roughly grabbed the back of his collar, holding her still-burning sword to his throat.

"I think that you are the one out of your league," she whispered coldly, with a smirk plastered on her face. Forcing him to look at the damage Lyra was doing to his camp and his followers, she kept a tight grip on his shirt. "I am Evridiki Iseult, and if you don't want your entire camp to be destroyed, I suggest you give back what you stole." 

Unfortunately, her command was punctuated by a man surrounded by Air elementals roughly smacking into her. Her trip loosened, allowing Osai to worm out of her grasp and deliver a quick punch to her face. Through her blurred vision, Evri saw him charging at the Djinn. "Look out!" she warned, flying after him with a fireball prepped in her fist.

The fact that a rogue Elemental had caused Osai to worm his way from her grasp deeply upset the Djinn. Her head turned just as Evridikis words met her ears - Osai was charging her. The fury that had filled the Djinns heart was shifted and her arms pulled in so that she crossed before her - when they had connected in a cross those air elementals suddenly vanished, sucking in like a vortex towards and around the Djinn until they formed a solid wall of air before her. If she had been fast enough Osai would meet this wall and she would remain uninjured, just winded if you will. 

Burning white eyes darted from side to side trying to trace Evridiki's movement; was the half-angel okay? Another whistle and the bluebird appeared again yet this time it split into seven other wind birds which darted around the field diving here and there at Osai's men to act as a sort of continued distraction. It would be up to Evridiki now if Osai made contact with her wind wall to contain him before he broke through it with three or four blows of his mace. 

The Djinn had done something. Evridiki felt a wild gust of wind blow towards Lyra, and the girl's intense focus and fury were evident in her eyes. The thought crossed her mind that, though she preferred being on her own, if she had to choose a partner to work with, Lyra would definitely be the type of person she'd want to work with. She was an excellent fighter, rather strategic in her moves. She was arguably more powerful than any Djinn due to her human blood and temperament. With a vigorous shake of her head, the half-angel directed her attention forwards. Osai was still charging toward Lyra, but he stopped abruptly and stumbled back, using his free hand to clutch his face. Although she was not sure what she had done, Evri used his momentary stun to her advantage.

With a powerful flap of her wings, she was flying swiftly over to the man. Before he even realized what was happening, the half-angel hit him in the head with the hilt of her sword, knocking him unconscious. Many of his people took notice of his fall, and were now fearful of the two maidens. "You can ease up now," she stated with a smirk. Sheathing her sword, she addressed the rest of the camp. "If you don't wish to end up like your leader, I suggest you give me what I came for!"