Shiara was glad to score a hit, a vicious grin spreading across her face courtesy of Senki. The thief was more than a little bloodthirsty. And then the foreign woman made another attack -- but instead of dodging, Bone Chime accepted what looked like a very painful blow to the knee in exchange for running his attacker through.
He must be sure he can heal that, Shiara thought to herself, quietly impressed with his abilities. He'd make a good ally, once the fight was over.
Erzsébet managed to sever about a third of the tentacle, but it looked like Bone Chime had anticipated this and started it retracting before her strike. A pity, that. He'd healed himself from Shiara's strike, too.
How much can he heal before he runs out of mana? Shiara wondered.
Time to find out. She was behind him, and he was focused on the foreign woman, his two clubs skewering her like a piece of meat. This was an opportunity.
Silent as the night, Shiara leaped forward, knees on Bone Chime's back, knives going to slit his throat one on each side. It was a risky move, and she'd probably pay for it, but this was almost certainly the best chance she'd get -- and there was no telling how long he could hold out if she didn't make some sort of significant move.