Diana's horse is forced into a sudden halt at the strange appearance, lifting on his hind legs at the surprise, though she's skilled enough that she manages not to fall off of it. Others near her aren't so lucky, but no one seems to be harmed, and she looks around briefly to make sure they're all alright before her attention turns back to the man facing away from them.

Suddenly there's no rain, not for them in any case. She looks up at the clear sky above, utterly speechless. She's seen power before, of course, and it's not disbelief that settles in her head. Just the shock of the situation rendering her still.

So she waits, instead. Her grip on her sword is tight, but she would rather not use it at all. She too had tried for words with these people, but they would not listen; but now, they recognize the God, and they know to be afraid. Some, she notes, start to pull back, but she sees a few still that may just be stupid enough to still charge forward out of stubbornness and spite. She's ready to fight them if she has to, but she hopes they will take the others' lead and retreat too.