Emilie stepped on and over a large root curling out from one of the willows. She'd transfigured her eyes to that similar of her animagus form-- a White Bengal tiger. This gave her pupils a more striking, vaguely almond-shaped appearance; the irises of her eyes were rather enormous and a more brilliant blue, almost clearly visible in the low light-- with just a tiny bit of black visible around the edges. Better to see in the dark with, after-all.

"An outright attack would be dumb," She shrugged, her voice hushed. She looked behind them, being that she was the farthest back and had the best night-vision.

Then, after glancing up at Fortis for a moment, she grinned at Charlie. "You should bind it first, then take out the head."