Tazendra had forgotten that she had been tainted. Given how much battlelust was currently in her mind, she was also not terribly mindful of a more foreign haze clouding her vision. Including her sense of who was allies and who was enemy, and what had brought her here. Ironically, it drew on her anger against Malicant, on seeing others start to succumb to possession, on an enemy that she couldn't fight with spell and blade.

With a cry, Tazendra drew her sword and attacked the nearest target.