As the blade dissolved from her grip, Zoe's vine like limb snagged around the figure's arm and yanked it toward the ground. In this movement, she heard the voice behind her. Tightening her grip on the figure she turned to face Drac slicing her pike arm down towards the figure's throat behind her. A terrible wrenching sound reverberated from her rip cage as two more tendrils snapped out her sides below the former ones. The first was caught immediately by a beam of light and withered turning into a burnt husk and falling to the ground. As it smoldered and crumbled, another limb broke through in its place and stretched out. "You are so convinced that it was not a monster you saved in the first place."