Fenrir is at her side, rocking the already unsteady boat as water splashes up against the sides. A fire curse, not quite as insidious as fiendfyre, but just as damaging, is hurled at the boat. She gives Fenrir a look as the fire begins to spread, setting up a shield between themselves and the two men. A rope is hurled, wielded by a wand, catching her arm. It’s cut, and then another is sent. A bombarda, an explosion. Blocked. Another one. A slicing charm. Blocked. Another one fired, cutting her cheek. 