Alistair grunted as his arms shook with the impact of the wild blows, predictable nature of the attacks not really making it easier on him physically. He could only wince at the clashes as his blades met claws and scales, not doing much but visibly wearing her down in the process. There was just the slight problem of his blades getting worn down as well. He'd need to tend to that once he got back to the city, but for now he could only use what he had on hand. At least it would make capturing her easier, as a mixed blessing.<br/><br/>Soon enough though she began to tire from her frenzy of attacks, giving him the opportunity that he so sorely needed. And he took advantage of it, bashing her claws aside to stab forward in quick strikes, seeking to disable or render unconscious if possible, and kill if not. He pulled up what will and energy he had left to do it, eager to finish this fight now before he was overwhelmed due to his own exhaustion from all he had been subjected to thus far.<br/><br/>Hopefully he could finish this swiftly, and that was what he tried to do as he used the openings she gave him. One way or another, he was determined to not lose this fight, after all he had been through.