Slowly, a gentle beating of wings increases in speed. Anyone looking up would see a young girl, clad in silver plate with mighty red wings sprouted from her back. Versi descended towards to the earth, cutting through the air at first before coming to a halt slightly above the earth. She had started to muster the basics of flight, but was still a little unsure of how best to land.

Gingerly, the young brown haired girl placed one foot upon the ground, before slowly letting her wings fold back, falling to the ground with a light thump. The impact was comparably gentle, but Versi still sunk to her knees, the lack of support a surprise after the seeming weightlessness of flight. The light-headedness following her earlier blood loss didn't help. Still, she had her cannon in her hands, and Skycutter served well to prop herself up. Slowly, Versino dragged herself upright, grinning gingerly to Braga and Skandi, before turning her attention to the newcomers, smile swiftly fading.

Horsemen. Horses were still a little strange to Versi; it just seemed like an odd way to fight someone. She wasn't sure how well someone could fight whilst sitting down, but she'd seen their numbers from the air. The newcomers could've probably killed them if they wanted to. This was likely a genuine offer. But that didn't mean she had to like it. Or that the little Malfean trusted the strangers enough to treat them well.

Trying to adopt a threatening scowl (and largely failing) Versi stepped forward, placing her canon down gently by the other weapons before looking up towards the mercenaries. "Don't think I can't fight without Skycutter. If you try and hurt anyone, I'll..."

Threats are not exactly the young girl's strong suite. Instead, she took a step backwards, glancing towards her father with a frown, and muttering under her breath. "Dragons watch over us all."