Salia was impressed. Even though she was sure that the blow would be lethal, layers of icicles grew all over her foe’s body, and although she was able to break many of them with her sword, it had been pointless. She needed to change her approach, or the best would simply keep growing icicles and every time it would be harder to hit. If she remembered properly, the back of the head was a weak point of nearly any living thing.
Even if it was a monster, it would have to be a weak spot. Perhaps a place that was harder to protect, or somewhere with less chances of growing icicles. Or simply a place with many blood vessels… that would send the poison she would use on it with the spear. Of course, it was rather obvious. She did not need slashing, she needed piercing. The spear would likely make it to the beast, even if it protected itself with ice.
And so the rook ran towards the black being, that had moved back a bit, but as she did so, she noticed the air was cold. So cold. She needed to be quick, or things would get really ugly. Salia jumped with all her might to the back of the head, particularly what should be the base of the skull, on the rear.
Thanks to the chains limiting the movement of the beast, and the black sphere, she was able to aim quite easily and see the vital spot she hoped for. It was now or never. She made sure to jump in a way that would let her strike again quickly if the first blow did not finish it. One single blow should be enough, but if for some reason it was not, everything was set for Salia to strike again. She hoped with that, the beast would, if not be killed, be poisoned strongly enough to cause it to die within the next minute. The temperature was unbearable.
The young girl was ready to strike, and so when Bishop ordered her to take down a target in particular, she launched herself towards it, wielding the sword as quickly as she could. No art about it. No trying to make her moves pretty. She simply ran towards the goal as fast as she could and made a wide move with the sword to make sure she would be able to hit the target.
It was essential that she would hit that enemy, so that the sound would stop and everyone would be able to continue the fight, properly. So much strength she had used with the blow and so much was that sound still ringing in her head, that she almost lost her balance, and she had to stop for a moment in order to make sure she was ready to go on and keep fighting.
The next target was the very last one, and Remia switched from her sword to the Ice Crossbow, and shot the last guy. She felt bad because these people probably fought for a reason. But it was just her job. And she was supposed to do it properly. Which, of course, she had done.