Well, the lady wasn't taking any of her crap. She was soon let go of and jerked away, panting softly while shifting her gaze towards the busy blood mage. He seemed to be in trouble... More and more Templars were beginning to surround him, even a few mage-looking fellows joining in, probably sent in by the Order to help with catching the maleficar. Neri glanced over to the woman again and frowned, not really fazed by the pep talk. She understood what Templars were, but she very well knew the power of the arcane as well. No one in this damn world was a saint. That's why Neri only had to look after herself, without giving two shits about some escapee mage and his lady-lovebird.
"Bah... So much for an easy picking..." The girl grumbled and cracked her knuckles, eyeing the two mages by the maleficar, only to watch as a bolt went through him, flames following its trail. She flinched, yet now understood what had to be done. Immediately, Neri ran towards the two mages and tackled one down, using the knife previously tucked into her belt to slash the back of the poor fool's neck. As soon as the mage sagged and went limp, she turned to the other, a wild glint in her eyes as she darted towards them, her leg going under and knocking them down onto the ground. She snapped her blade downwards, again, into the throat, except this time she could appreciate the expression of a dying man. Neri averted her gaze for a moment, hesitant to keep looking in case guilt caught up with her emotions, but yelped out instead as she was jerked off of the mage by a metal hand, one that threw her back into the wall of some building nearby. A Templar had found a new target, it seemed. Well, not like she didn't murder someone in front of their eyes, anyhow... She groaned weakly while picking herself up from the ground, stumbling slightly, dizzied by the collision with the wall. Again, the gauntlet of a hand picked her up before she could gather herself, a sharp sword threatening to slice her own throat open. "W-Wait!" Neri wheezed while gripping around the arm, even kicking slightly and trying to push her head further away as the sword crept closer. The man was hesitant to kill her, at least, so there was still time to save herself. She hoped.