The wards would make her glamoured business suit fall away replaced with something out of a fairytale. She turned her head as Sylvia's voice broke out across the street from the shadows she'd been drawing around herself. Fortunately they'd zeroed in on one of the lesser fae to begin so it gave her a moment to take in who the Mother of Witches had brought along for the ride.

The troll who only looked like a large human to those eyes not protected by a ward, actually towered over the witches in the street as he turned with a rumbling growl. A yowl answered from a nearby alley in chalkboard scratching cacophony. Trolls tended to be a little magic resistant but he still wore fae armor under the glamour, light and strong.

She had yet to meet this woman beyond seeing her across a crowded room looking sour. The expression really hadn't changed much, though the set of her jaw was firmer, with what Mab thought might be righteousness. She didn't hide, instead turning to fully face the coming witches, considering each of them in turn as magic sharpened the air and charged it like static.

Well, Heiji was just out of luck, a cornered fae would have to directly counter something of this magnitude.