With some effort she leashed back her temper, turning to face the somewhat embarrassed mage and walked straight to him. Poking an accusatory finger at his chest and speaking in the ice-cold tone of controlled fury.
"And why did you feel any need to call that cursed thing ? We're fighting some damn undeads and holding our own, and you just bring in one without warning, straight where he can't do much good but will sure looks like an attempt to strike in in the back."
while speaking, a corner of her mind was busy preparing a spell. Not a complex one, though the mostly mental casting made it far more of a drain than it ought to. Even it it was intended as a last ditch defense against close attack, it should work against a mage without much experience of physical confrontations.
As she finished her last sentence she closed her eyes, the minute motion activating the spell. A dazzling burst of light exploded into Amand's face. Which Elissandre immediately followed with a punch thrown into his face with all the strength she could muster. Hoping to hit him hard enough to send him down, or at lest knock some sense into his head and make him more receptive to well deserved tongue lashing..