She might take more interest if she weren't so invested in her own fury. If he's not stopping her, then he's of no consequence, and his actions are his own. She's got a castle to destroy. She drifts off to one side, firing off smaller shots that crack and blacken the stones. If she wanted to do it all at once she'd use the bigger blasts, make a real concentrated effort, but it's the kind of anger she wants to work out in pieces. There's a lot of it, and just expelling it all at once feels like it won't be satisfying.

It's somewhere among this that a bat flits up beside her, and it's a good thing he speaks before she can try to smack him away. She means no harm to him.

It doesn't stop her from a slightly hysterical laugh. "I know! I've already had it foretold to me by a blind seer in a cavern full of bones. Why not go willingly into that which is to come?" She's barely even serious, not really, for all the blind seer thing is true. "Or perhaps I'm tempting fate! Once already I've been snatched from the moment death's skeletal hand would close around me. Maybe it will happen again? Maybe if I just pretend hard enough I'll wake up in another nonsense world. Maybe I'll find something else to blow up, and keep the cycle going perpetually until the strained fabric of reality shreds down into scraps!"

And hearing more bats, louder, she circles to try and strike them with the wreckage of another chunk of castle she sends crumbling.