"Foxes." Grainne replied absently, focusing on the new threat of a skeleton turning a corner and starting to smoke. It seemed to ignore the smoking for a moment as it spotted her and fired an arrow before retreating to the darker area from whence it came. Sighing, she waited for it to show again and readied a large water spear. "And horned helmets are for ceremonial events. Rather wasteful of metal otherwise, but you have the right idea. What is a beazel?"