You're little compared to me. Just be glad I'm eight feet and not thirty. [Klan doesn't mind being human(-ish) sized, but she's kind of relishing the experience of not looking like a kid for weird genetics reasons, since that's what usually happens when she's human-sized.

Taking a look over the invaders, she spots for gaps in the line - there's some opportunities, but none clear enough that she can safely say they'd make it through on that one attack, even with some looking like they might run.]

Better get the rest, or at least enough that we've got a clear path through. There's no need to take out all of them if we don't need to, but I'd rather not get a spear in my back because I left one too many people behind.

[She nods towards the guy she just knocked out.] I can cover you while you grab his weapon. It'll do you better than fists in a fight like this.

[Her tone is somewhat coarse, but it's clear she's got experience in combat situations.]