Iyasis blinked as the arrow flew through her chest, feeling nothing. A moment later, a weighty blast of air slammed hard into her chest, sending her flying back a few yards. She bit back a cry as she nearly landed on her feet, but as the wind was knocked out of her, wavered. She picked up her bonded sword and dusted herself off, coughing once. "Ooookay then... no more playing around." she muttered as she regained herself quickly and reapproached the elf. Her silver eyes regarded him carefully, shimmering softly, hauntingly. "Why are you trying to kill the humans, stranger?" she asked softly. "I realize they're all really dumb and stuff, but death seems a bit extreme. What have you against them otherwise?" she tilted her head a bit. Regardless of the elf's air and destructive glint in his eyes, the woman's face was relaxed, calm, as if unthreatened.