Her company's reaction to her reaching for the horn just made Eva that much more curious to touch it, but with the threat of the new enemies before them, it was a desire that quickly evaporated from her mind. The petite islander took out the dagger hugging her hip and as she eased herself into a defensive position, her vision was blocked out by the shiny plate metal of her company's back. Honestly confused, she straightened up and stared at the silhouette before her. Why were they protecting her? She had been trying to<i>kill</i>them. The profanity they spat after acknowledging her words had the islander chuckling softly at the absurdity of the sentence. "Yah dun fuck tah be genta n' unicorns dun exist..." Clearly, the islander's understanding of the world was quite stunted, but her stubborn determination hardly followed that pattern as she slipped out from behind her company's shadow, ready to take on the threat. She felt more comfortable as an equal than as some protected prey, even if her internal wounds were not helping her cause at that moment.<br/><br/>When the little gremlins descended, Eva found herself laughing softly when a few of them attempted to clutch at her skin. Their nails sunk in, but the moment the pain registered from the heat coming off her, they yelped and cried; only the most devote souls clinging to her. The brunt of the attack had focused on Jasper, especially after realizing touching the smaller woman was near impossible. The islander sliced down the individuals stubborn enough to still be clinging to her skin while her skin slowly sizzled, closing off the fresh wounds instantly. Had she been in a better condition, she could have taken the lot out with her fire, but she'd already lost too much blood to risk such a maneuver. Instead, she continued leaning on her dagger for the bulk of her fighting, finally parting with the blade when she tossed it into the skull of one of the gremlins that was dropping rocks on top of her company's head.<br/><br/>When all was said and done and the threat slowly sunk back into the shadows to lick their wounds, the islander peered over at her company still laying on the ground. Had the cannibals really beaten them that badly? Cautiously, as not to cause alarm to the wounded animal, Eva approached them, kneeling down beside their body. There was some damage, but nothing to warrant such a tall adversary from staying vertical. Then she finally noticed the portion of missing horn. Perhaps that had something to do with it as it was the only sizable 'wound' she could find on her.<br/><br/>"Yah alive, bombaclad?" Eva chuckled, though the smile never reached her lips as she reached out and prodded the body before her, even daring to touch the broken horn, if only briefly.