[ Oh, yeah, she hears them. Close, now. Closer than she'd like but hey, since when did you ever get to decide how things are going to go in a combat situation? At least that's familiar enough, magical twist or not. ]

Aim for the hands. Got it.

[ Disarm them long enough to get away, then. She can't say she's a big fan of how hard these things seem to be to do real damage to, but it's not really her first time dealing with that, either. When poor Gil lost control and went after her, the only way she could hurt him in return was cold iron. She wonders what these creatures are all vulnerable to.

Bow brought to bear, she keeps her eye out and waits, listening closely to try and guess where they'll actually come from. At the first sign of either sister, she lets the arrow loose, aiming for a limb but mostly aiming to get the first strike at all, first. ]