It was quite unfortunate that Lorraine's description of the group she encountered had not served to really answer any of Balthazar's questions. Though at the very least it was more information to add to what was already known, and Lorraine was going to do her best to answer any other questions Balthazar had to ask of her. So when he asked her another question this time about where they had gone she gave it some good thought. Placing her right index finger on her chin she'd think before pointing towards the door and taking a step towards it.
"Well if I remember correctly..."
She started but was quickly interrupted by her front door being bashed in. She took a couple of startled steps backward as the three men came into the room. Though she didn't have a handy-dandy rupturing spark to alert her of the danger preemptively, she was still moderately prepared. She had her dagger at her hip and had her armor equipped thanks to her earlier plans. She quite confidently thought to herself that she could probably do well in a fight with the smaller man equipped with a shortsword. Though just like usual with her calamitous luck the one who decided to target her was the larger man with a hammer. A man who she immediately recognized as the one who had delivered the corpse to her. As a matter of fact, she figured the other two men were probably the two who had been carrying the corpse. Of course, she hadn't gotten as good a look at them both then and now so she couldn't be sure. Though all of that was of little matter to the current situation.
Lorraine scrambled backward grabbing her dagger from its hilt as the man with the large hammer and scar approached her. He began to swing his hammer up in what Lorraine figured was preparation for slamming it down on her head. She needs to move evasively and get out of that area fast. She took a deep breath focusing on the options she had. To her left was the table with the burnt body on it which meant she couldn't go that way. To her right was an open space but going that way would mean putting herself right in the line of sight of the archer. Behind her, there was a good distance to the nearest wall, likely enough for what she needed. Not to mention her freshly acquired sack of mice was sitting in that direction as well. Though her case and the fiddle within it were too far away to serve her any good magically. She knew she couldn't animate the mice without musical assistance as she was still struggling slightly with the consequences of overstepping the trial before. Possibly though there was something she could try to do in order to animate a mouse or two.
As the man began to bring his hammer down towards Lorraine, she would crouch down while simultaneously jumping backward. While doing this she effectively threw herself towards the wall, but she did manage to avoid getting hit by the large hammer. With a loud thud, the hammer would crash against the floor hard. Not letting this distract her Lorraine would reach into the sack that was luckily about an arm's length away, and grab a dead mouse from the inside. She'd pull it out of the bag clutching it securely, but relatively gently in her hands. Then she did something rather strange. In her best and calmest voice that she could muster she would begin to sing.
Rise dear thrall,
heed my call.
Come to me as you were,
before your fall.
A renewed life,
heart full of strife.
Filled with anger,
from your death by a knife.
Stand again for a second time.
The death bell does not chime.
The only price you have to pay?
You become mine as I finish this rhyme.
As she sung the man raised his hammer up from the ground again this time bringing it around his side. Though as he moved forward preparing to strike Lorraine, the mouse in her hands began to squirm. Lorraine reeled her hand back and threw the mouse straight towards the man's chest. It crashed against his chest and grabbed on tight with its sharp nails. Then Lorraine began to hum using her voice to control the mouse after animating it. It would move towards the man's face climbing up his shirt and even his neck. Once there it bit his nose gripping onto it with its teeth as it used its feet to claw at his face.
Needing a free hand to deal with the vicious wolfmouse thrall he took his right hand from the hammer stopping his attack. This was Lorraine's chance to strike him herself. She'd quickly get herself into a position to move forward quickly, and then she'd move. As she was making the very short, but quick, dash to the man Lorraine switched her dagger from her dominant right hand to her left. She got close enough to the man to grab the hammer just above where he was gripping it himself. Then, gripping her dagger tightly in her left hand, she brought it forward slamming the blade into his wrist, effectively stabbing him with it. Unable to hold the heavy hammer with one, very injured, hand the man released his grip. With this Lorraine let go of her dagger, which still lie inside the man's wrist, and used both of her hands to catch the hammer. It was incredibly heavy. Her original plan had been to hit him in the face with it but she doubted she could raise it high enough to effectively hit him. In the head at least.
Using as much strength as she could muster Lorraine swung the hammer back and then brought it forward in a low arc slamming it straight into the man's groin. It was by far a clean or perfect hit and with her lack of strength to back her up it wasn't all to forcefull, but it hit its target in a rather sensitive area. This pain coupled with the pain of Lorraine's early dagger strike, and the constant pain of the dead mouse eating his face caused the man to fall backward onto the floor. Given everything Lorraine was quite surprised that the man was, one, not screaming, and two, still actively using his right hand to attempt to remove the mouse from his face. In response to this fact, Lorraine lifted the hammer up again this time keeping its head facing straight towards the ground. She'd walk forward around the side of the man and lift the hammer straight up with both hands. Then she'd the top of the hammer's head straight onto the man's right shoulder. This gave way to a loud groaning noise of pain and made him stop fighting the rat.
Lorraine was in the simplest sense incredibly angry at the group of men. Especially the one who had broken down her door with a giant hammer. Now that he was lying on the floor alive, but very much in pain, at her feet, she felt only the slightest bit better. She knelt down next to his face to angry to pay mind to the other two men that Balthazar was dealing with, and began to speak.
"You busted down my door and tried to kill me, but maybe if you lay there quietly I won't let my little friend chew your eyes out. So do yourself and don't do anything stupid."
Lorraine said to the man almost her words seething with anger. Then she hummed a sharp little tune and the wolfmouse on his face stopped try to eat him and just sat kindly on his mouth. Lorraine then got up and looked at the other two and Balthazar ready to help fight if it was necessary. If her help wasn't needed though she had decided she would let Balthazar finish up with the two.