In short order, the sounds of more equines can be heard in the rumbling of hooves and the red mare's heart stops in fear of others coming to retaliate against the fierce Ridge herd. She does not lessen the pressure she puts on Adolfo, however, knowing that to weaken now would only lead to further injury. The stallion doesn't seem to notice her however, choosing instead to target the stallion that closes in behind them.

With a leap of joy in her heart she recognizes her king, and she pushes back with renewed vigor. The princeling too, calls out encouragement for her and she knows that she cannot fail him now. Sigurdr may not be her own son, but she was fond of the small colt and had already failed him once. She can feel the grullo stallion strike out at her claimor once more before the press of all three of their bodies - she can sense Bjorn's sister now also joining the attack - eventually forces the Lagoonie to the ground. Triumph rises in her blood and she understands now, why so many horses enjoy the thrill of battle.

The three of them jostle against each other as the battle cry of yet another equine rips through the clearing. Siobhan whirls to face it, the blood draining from her face as she recognizes the palomino stallion from the attack on the Ridge. She shifts her weight, the prone form of the grullo stallion forgotten and the solid thwack of one of her hooves against the underside of her opponent's jaw startles her. She cranes her neck to peer at the stallion and witnesses the life leave his eyes as his head sits at an unnatural angle on the ground.

Bile roils in her stomach and a soft cry of dismay escapes her as she continues fleeing from the newly created corpse, ears pinning into the auburn strands of her mane. With forcible effort, she shoves the last thirty seconds out of her mind, down into the recesses of her thoughts for later, when mortal peril no longer threatened the herd. Horrified, she watches but barely comprehends as Cullen lunges at Ysabel and is interrupted by Nyimara.

The thought of joining that fray again, of facing down Cullen, terrifies her but she would do it. She would not let Isabel or Sig suffer at the hands of the Lagoonies any more. Thankfully, rationality kicks in. Nyimara, Lagaertha, and Bjorn were all here and much more accomplished fighters than herself. The best thing for her to do now would be to stay out of the way and assist with the foals, especially considering that Sig had stopped dead to watch the proceedings.

With surge of her white socked hooves, Siobhan charged toward the foals, putting her body in between them and Cullen, even as the fighting raged nearby. She aims to put the two foals in between herself, Elvira and Ysabel. "Best Friend, it's time to go now. Isabel, you too."

With ears tilted back and eyes flicking back to watch for dangers, Siobhan attempts to push the foals farther away.