Tamrissa glances sidways at Fei, giving him a ‘not now’ lowering of her eyebrows. She snaps her attention back to Gulver as he replies. Her expression doesn’t change as he speaks of his own death, but her mind immediately goes to how she can convince him to desist and let them try and find a way to preserve him. Shields fly up around her, her own and Fei’s mingling. And she is jumping from the wall as the energy beam flies at her.
With a grunt of impact, her feet hit the ground and she goes into a crouch. She looks up to see the vampire taking action against Gulver. Her eyes widen and she pushes up from the ground to start moving towards them.

“Let him kill it,” a hand lands and tightens firmly on her shoulder, though not hard enough to harm.

“IT is an independent, feeling being and HIS name is Gulver,” she growls irritably, bringing a hand up to brush the intruder’s off. “Leave off, Willem, or you’ll be…”

“Roshan, calm your dagger tongue and listen to me. You know he must be destroyed…he’s told you so himself,” she is spun around to face the one addressing her.

Her fist flies up and lands with a fierce smack against his jaw. The tall, cloaked figure’s head turns forcefully to the side, his hood sliding down over tawny hair. He puts a gloved hand up quickly to the side of his face, an audible crack heard as he pulls his lower jaw back in place. The sleeve of the robe-like cloak falls back from a saffron velvet tunic beneath and he turns back around slowly, hand coming away from golden tan skin to examine a small dab of purplish blood on the leather fingers. Tamrissa simply scowls at the angular face and crystalline pools of blackness that are his eyes and shoves a finger into his belly (as he stands over a head taller than her).

“Stay out of my head, stay out of the Umbra and, by the gods, you will not tell me how I feel and think! Take that so-called message of yours, shove it, and get lost!”

His full lips slip up into a quirky smirk, as she turns and stalks away. With a “hmh” of pain he brings his hand back to his chin with a wince, a blinking roll of his eyes taking the place of his amusement.

“’Twas good to see you too, melar.”

An unlady-like gesture is flipped over her shoulder and she continues to walk. Her other hand bursts into green flame and she trains her eye on Gulver…