It wasn't an uncommon reaction by foreign politicians either when they found out the tiny, befrocked, blonde, frilled and generally superlative suffix and prefix speech abusing young woman in front of them was the leader of Oz.

Glinda gave another look in the direction he had come, the sounds of the battle going on audible all this distance from the bloodbath. It was a horrid noise and it caused a lump to pull up in her throat. She didn't like this. Not one little bit. She forced herself to bite back her fear though.

She pulled herself up with the use of her branch which she was holding onto for dear life. "Lurline knows I shan't do myself any good by staying here." She solemnly commented. She didn't like the idea of fighting other people but she would protect herself if she had to.