It was certainly not how she had planned to spend her day but what could she do about that now? After all, she was here now trying to dismantle this thing with Rogue and Tesseract's unruly spawn. When Mortz came charging in, she shot him a glance and instantly observed the sheer size of him. Despite Rogue's rather... hostile response, Malina simply gave him a shrug before she called out with almost a hint of laughter.

"If you say so!"

If he wanted to take the horns then so be it. It'd probably be more in the bison's interest to focus on him anyway - he did appear to be the largest threat among them. Either way, it seemed the fray had been getting significantly more hectic. Praetor had joined - and quickly left - the situation with the initial troublemaker, Judas, fast in tow. Whatever had begun to unravel on the opposite side of the bison, though, wasn't her concern right now. Los was, at least, behaving more so than expected which meant she could finally focus entirely on the job at hand. Though the smallest there, she had made use of her slighter size and speed to ensure that she did not take any hooves to the body. A good kick from the bison would surely render her useless.

It is when she sees a flash of colour on the opposing side that she, too, made her move. As Praetor charged in for the hind leg, she took it upon herself to move for the opposite limb, intending to take out both at the same time. It would hopefully drive the bison to its knees or at least prevent either of them from taking a kick; Rogue seemed to have its front quarters thoroughly under control at least. It was a leap of faith, really. Either way - she had to do it. With a leap and a bound, she pivoted into the mass with teeth flying, intending to grasp the thick tendon and heave back, attempting to mimic the movements of any potential kicks. She figured it was simple: move with the bison and there would be less harm done, right?