Bellatroix watched as the hunters fled from the scene, and with a small sigh she shrugged. It was quite a rude reception, and she hadn't even bit anyone yet, she had thought her manners had improved over the centuries! Why, even the plant thing had fled! They had said she looked like a monster, was her human form so poorly weaved? She admits, though, her art has a peculiar style, but she was sure she made it... palatable. More immediate matters had some to her attention, however, noisier ones that seemed to have a none too friendly presence... one not too far from herself.
She looked over to Magnus again. "A pleasure, cher," she said, giving a curtsy bow to the tall man-beast, keeping her tone soft and courteous. "If humans displease you, cher, then perhaps you are in proper company," she continued with a chuckle. It was clear at this point she had barely any apprehension for the clearly hostile forces approaching them. In fact, she was unusually calm about everything that had gone on here, especially in Magnus's company.
"The 'ell we have 'ere!?" a voice yelled out, thick in a Southern accent. A modified truck decorated in spikes and mutant animal skulls drove up into the clearing. Loaded upon it was several men, dirty and savage, the driver himself was revving his engine loudly as intimidation. The one speaking stood upon the roof of the truck, rifle aimed out of a slit in a kind of mini-barricade made of sheets of metal. "We got another gaggle of freaks! Hell, these look almost 'uman! Waddya think, brothers?!"
"Fresh meat for d'games!" one cries out.
"I hates the looks on the tall'un! Gonna kill the fuggin' ugly bastard!" another yells, as he jumps from the back of the truck, loading a shotgun outfitted with a crude bayonet, letting out out a battle cry as he rushes Magnus, ready to fire.
"Goddammit Jonesy! Git back 'ere!" the driver yells out, slamming the horn in frustration, but it was too late, soon more roused by his charge joined him. "Ahhhhh, shit! Asses, all of ya! At least leave me a souvenir for my baby!" He then fumbled with something on his dashboard, and then some loud distorted music began to play over the speakers, to which he began to laugh.
"Well, no accounting for taste..." she muttered as the horde of ruffians rushed them. One of them, armed with a saw swung at Bella, intent on taking off her head, but she maneuvered out of the way, growing a bit agitated with all the... noise. Swinging back her hand there was a loud impact, a fine red mist filling the air as the man's bloodied body is flung across the field. Her expression was no longer a grin, but a blank, emotionless, the look in her eyes glazed over, animalistic. She paused looked down at her hand and frowned. "Ah... embarrassing..."
"The fuck she do to Arin!?" one yelled. "Hell with funnin', kill em!" as they all charged them at once.