Violet let Death do as she pleased, getting the feeling that even if she did try to help, it wouldn’t be all that welcome, not to mention dangerous. She used her semblance to trip up one of the beowolves bearing down on Donnchad. When it turned its head to snap at the vine, she lunged forward and pierced its neck with Thorn. With a careful cut, she drew one of the others a little farther away from Donnchad, trying to give them both more room to maneuver. She jabbed at it once she'd moved away, her the point slipping through a narrow gap in the hardest parts of the beast’s hide. Her attention was divided: the whole time she fought, she was prepared to engage her semblance to assist her comrades.

((Sorry for the poor quality on the end there; I’m exhausted.))