This was much more Alanna's style than getting on the boat. Much as she wanted to join the party on the boat, she was practical enough to know that any trip across a body of water would leave her seasick... and without a sword or her magic, she would have been worse than useless. Better to stand guard, much as it itched at her, irritated the place where she had a drive for heroic deeds.

She wasn't the most proficient with a spear, but it was the weapon she had at hand, and she at least had a vague idea of what to do with it. If it came to it, Alanna could try to disarm an opponent with a sword. She watched the minions with narrowed purple eyes, settling into the all-too-familiar fighter's stance, keeping the shaft of the spear in front of her.

Someone else might have let out a war-cry as she launched into battle, but not Alanna. Alanna simply charged the first magic-using minion she could find, bringing the spear down in an attempt to slash the mage.

This would work so much better with a sword.