Her breaths seemed to cut off pause for a moment, as if she had just frozen still. "... The angels died a long time ago - human!" Without the slightest of warnings, the warlock sprung to life and pressed her feet against the black templar's chest plate, pushing herself off with a synergy of grace and unfounded strength, leaping straight out of his reach. Her figure seemed to almost glide towards the floor a fair few metres before the templar, her runic robes writhing in a flurry of black and white. She unsheathed her witchblade and held it before herself in a defensive position, its arcane blade sparking and shimmering blue at the touch of her hands against the hilt. "Who in Isha's name are you?! Where is this, what is this place, why am I here?! Tell me!" Her voice was angry and seemed to echo within the templar's ears, like she was shouting at him through a spinning fan; a classic trait of Eldar vocals.