The Godskin Noble would currently stand strong at her post, her gaze unknown to whomever saw her, her stance near unbreakable as she held her sword in her right hand, her left hand tucked against her back for intimidation. She meant to appear like a classical swordswoman who fights with elegance and grace. She silently and mentally prepares for anything, planning out every scenario that could take place, even those based on a whim.

And suddenly… a small portion of the ceiling collapsed! Then she saw someone just… fall right through the hole and down onto a few pews. Ouch-… that must’ve hurt.

Anyway… she would put up her stoic expression, raising her blade and making a quick slash at the air, causing a small gust of wind to shoot forth.

"Who dares enter my domain?"

She questions, her tone soft and composed.