Volke twiched. She wanted to draw her sword. She wanted to hurt something, no... someone. She was mad, and she wanted to hurt, to maim, to crush, harm, destroy, KILL! And it was showing, when it shouldn't have. She was twitching, holding herself back from drawing her sword until she recieved the go-ahead.
They (she) knew where the opponents were, no point in tipping off the enemy. Really, did any enemy of hers deserve to know they were about to die? Not really.
Those were her thoughts, but... anger does tend to interfere with body and mind.....