[Fortunately, Noah doesn't have to hold his position for long, because Irhya drives her sword into its neck at the front, then swings sideways to slice it clean off like its brethren before it. Just to make certain it's dead, she jumps onto its back and plunges the tip of the sword through its spine as it roars in pain, thrashes about wildly for several moments, then stops.
She exhales, removing herself from its body and falling to one knee to catch her breath, not even bothering to retrieve her sword -- it's not like it can go back in her body, anyway. She's a little wobbly, but it ended up costing her less blood than she'd anticipated, which is a rarity these days. Usually, the sword breaks, and she has to form another one at least once, but perhaps the rotting bodies make for softer targets.]
...Nice profanity. Who taught you that one?
[Tired though she is, she grins at him, then rises to her feet.]
You ought to get out of here, though. Nothing good can come from more of these things, I'm sure. Unless... I gotta ask, are you that determined to see this through?
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She exhales, removing herself from its body and falling to one knee to catch her breath, not even bothering to retrieve her sword -- it's not like it can go back in her body, anyway. She's a little wobbly, but it ended up costing her less blood than she'd anticipated, which is a rarity these days. Usually, the sword breaks, and she has to form another one at least once, but perhaps the rotting bodies make for softer targets.]
...Nice profanity. Who taught you that one?
[Tired though she is, she grins at him, then rises to her feet.]
You ought to get out of here, though. Nothing good can come from more of these things, I'm sure. Unless... I gotta ask, are you that determined to see this through?