Rae pulls her pistol. "Block this with yer fancy axe, ye bloody strumpet!" She stops her dive out of reach of the pole arm, but well within range of the Host with her pistol.  She pulls the trigger, her expression falling as the hammer falls with an unremarkable click.

Rae looks at her gun with a frown. She holsters it, figuring she can clean it or fix it later if something is wrong with it.  She points back at the Host, about to say something when Trish summons one of her crewmates.

She looks as the figure materializes.  "Mateo?"

"I did not know what be goin' on," Rae said, "but now that I already be here and can see what be happenin', clearly they," she points to Nissa and Trish, "be Planeswalker and they be summoning us f'r a duel.". Then she points to the Host, "But that scallywags be behind the whole thing somehow."

"What be gettin' their breeches in a bunch?" Rae says.  "They seem t'be goin' after Trish?"

"ahh...sink me...," Rae says, she flies (hops) the short distance to Trish and attempts to grab one of the goblins by the scruff of it's neck. "Oi! Belay that! Who be yet cap'n?  What D'ye think yet doin' on this raid? I demand parlay!"