It was actually somewhat impressive to see the witches working as a group. The fae tended to be individualistic unless a monarch was calling the shots so a coven that had it's stuff together could actually be a problem for the fae if they weren't cautious. They took down the troll with ruthless efficiency but interestingly did not kill it. Perhaps they wanted to subdue the entirety of the fae first before bringing bane or spell to finish the job. It was logical if not terribly effective, all it took was luring something over to break the circle of salt.

As the witches approached, Mab watched cooly, her hands at her sides, her eyes focused on Sylvia who was the real threat. She controlled the others even if by word alone. Fear though, was not something Mab thought Sylvia was incapable of instilling when she chose. Cool air spooled out from Mab, as her magic waited. "Madame Redbright." Mab's voice was as cool as her gaze and she lifted her hand, palm up, "Finally we meet. It seems long overdue." It was more curiosity than courtesy that made her greet the other woman. Perhaps the witch would not stop to chat. But if it came down to it, Mab was certainly ready. Noises continued outside their line of site, a yowl here a yell there. A rumble that could be mistaken for a large truck but was more likely one of the larger fae, perhaps a yeti.