Chaos reigned.

Everywhere she looked there was something happening, and most of it happening wrong. This sort of situation was something she had no experience with at all and she could feel herself shutting down in panic.

Another mare appears, also golden in color and very similar to the filly she had attempted to shield. The mare launches forward, in front of Siobhan and there is a very palpable feeling of relief when the mare lunges into the fray. A sense of relief fills her at the help, but is immediatley squashed when the new arrival is captured so easily and shoved toward the ground.

Though she is frozen, her mind screams at her to move, to do something, anything. Despite her mind screaming from inside of her body, she remain locked in position, her brown eyes wide as they took in the spectacle before her. It was so foreign to her - all of this, that she didn't know how to respond. It didn't make sense to her. Why would they try to take a colt from his home? What use would they have of him? And where was Bjorn?

Her life before this had been marked with tragedy, but it was of a purely natural sort. Creatures with murderous intent were stuff of stories, not of real life. Fillies were told of kidnappers to encourage them to stay with the herd, but no one back home really expected to see something like that happen. It was madness.

The stallion takes the golden mare down, dragging both her name and body through the dirt before the red mare's very eyes. She can't take her eyes off the blood that pools around the mare's leg. To make matters worse, Siobhan watches as the filly she had shielded darts forward to what is presumably her mother, and gets captured as well.

The only thing that breaks her of her reverie is the urgent look the mare gives her. A direct plea from mother to mother to do what she cannot.

This, combined with the shout of another foal that she must protect, spurs her into motion. She dodges away from the crashing stallions first, the large Osiris and the smaller roan she has not heard of, and then towards the ringleader of this operation.

"You cannot have them!" She darts forward, mouth open and ears pinned, with every intention of grabbing some part of him like a naughty foal and making him see reason. Sigurdr disappears in front of them with the golden filly, doing his best to protect the small girl just like his father would have taught him. His determination to protect the filly only spurs Siobhan on and she tries to do her best to bite any part of the golden stallion she can reach.

OOC: Feel free to attack her, I don't mind if she gets a mild injury or even knocked out. She has literally no battle experience in this thread and is pretty darn easy to take out <3