A fusion of cawing and howling sounded through the air of the fight. These sounds caused some of the mess of bones to rattle.<br/><br/>The scent... it was the scent of another monster? Whatever it reeked, it was not a whiff akin to a human. Perhaps it was another threat, ready to join its ally. Perhaps it was not.<br/><br/>Dark, umbral ropes tied upon the undead one, dragging it away from the ones it wished to snap its jaws at, inch by inch as time passed. If the adventurers were to look, they would notice the source of the umbral ropes - they emerged from a shadow, the distorted, altered shadow of a petite, stark naked girl that stood with a crow resting its talons on her finger. Her hazel-hued eyes simply stared at the sight. and from the looks of things, her bare figure, covered only by some patches of dirt and soil, moved not a single bit, even though her shadow, mallaeble as can be, danced with boundless energy.