Caedra bares her teeth at Pratt immediately and strikes the pommel of her rapier against the barrier - and it's quite clear from the motion that had the shield not been there, she would have probably broken his nose or squashed an eye. But her fist bounces off instead, and as Carlisle speaks, her eyes snap toward his as she snarls her frustration.

The distraction proves too much to bear. She can feel the fear close by, almost as thick in the air as that which comes from Pratt, only the other person who just runs past at that moment doesn't have a shield. Has nothing but terror and hot blood.

"I'll find you later," she spits at the both of them, for even if Pratt was her main target, the mage would be delightful to dismember. But with her reserves running low, she needs easier prey. For now. So she turns and chases after the fleeing newcomer, who will surely be far more satisfying.