Isalisk looked on with despair as whatever was happening with the sack could not be prevented, rushing on forward with the last urges of her strength. She hurried up to the creature, blade over her shoulder as she bit on her glove and pulled it off; Her claws being revealed to the world as she jumped up and dug her long, draconic nails into the beast and proceeding to climb up. She was swift and agile with her pumping last hints of true battle energy, her feet digging against its body for support as she hauled her frame up the Demon's body. Many faces she would use as boot rests, gripping onto it as if it were some sort of mountainous terrain.<br/><br/>As the creature started to stir to life, she found her feet slipping every now and then while her claw tried to desperately stay hitched on, though she eventually managed to hold grip as she brought herself forth and to the face of the beast. Hauling her long blade with a groan of pain from the weight, she slammed it into the central face of the Demon - The sword digging through and impaling it in its center before she hung there a moment, letting go of the creature with her hand and resorting to hanging along the handle of her long sword.<br/><br/>The sword quickly drooped and slid off of the beast, Isalisk following as she fell downwards and onto the ground with a groan of pain. It wasn't that she was mortally wounded, but the amount of being thrown everywhere and catching such force was certainly leaving her breathless and without any stamina. She laid on her back as she gripped onto her sword, the blade at her side while blood poured out of the major ripping of a stab she had created, gushing down like a fountain.<br/><br/>Eventually she pushed herself up into a sitting position, staring up at the Demon with a bit of horror before her eyes flicked down to the  sack and whatever it was that was trying to escape from it. "Aluren..." She said quietly, her hair having been released from the battle and flowing down about her body in light waves. "Is it dead, Aluren.." She muttered onwards, staring off at the creature as the last face was ruined, and the light expected to fade. Her claw was slightly stained black from having dug into the creatures flesh, the feminine shape more roughly covered in scales than most of her other parts of her body.