Isabella fought with the guards around her, she let them do what they were good at, fighting the rebels. She did what she was best suited for in this fight. She, like the others within their ranks with power, took on the Sundered as they appeared from the depths of the caverns below to fall on those that fought above ground. The difference in some of the Sundered was astounding. Some were the mad ones that they were all used to, the ones the tales were about with no intelligence in them at all, they lashed out in pain and anger at all around them. Then there were the newer breed that had started appearing in recent times. The ones who seemed to have a little more control, yet bound in madness all the same. There were very few like the former Consort Elect of the Fourth. That was a relief.
