[Hornet narrows her eyes at the newcomer, gauging the odds of him being some kind of fake versus the danger of the horde. The horde wins out.]

[She drops, landing on a barely-visible thread of silk and leaping as if from mid-air to land next to Noct. Her needle trails behind her, slicing into one of the husks before returning to her hand, and she winces when it blows up a little too close and catches her with a couple droplets of white-hot acid. A swift wrapping of silk covers that up quickly, though.]

"I have a great deal of experience with these things, but this is rather troublesome. Ranged combat is not my specialty, with this many opponents."