Though Sbatarra had escaped into the air, it was not without a cost, as her movement had opened up an opportunity for Onigawara to strike her again, though this time it was on the side, and not as powerful as her last attack. Regardless, it was still a heavy blow.<br/><br/>Sil watched on nervously, her eyes glowing purple again in preparation for what she assumed would come next. However, it did not come; Onigawara, though looking tired, did not falter in the slightest, did not show any signs of giving up. Her kanabo was still raised, and though she knew that the warlock was, currently, out of her reach, there was something in her indigo eyes that showed a refusal to submit, sheer stubbornness making her hold her ground.<br/><br/>Worry and urgentness in her voice, Sil called out, "My friend! Let me fight in your stead! You could not possibly take another hit like that!" but her words fell on deaf ears. Sil looked back up at Sbatarra, knowing that, yes, the warlock had grown in strength, though she was not about to be deterred if things came to another fight between the two of them. Knowing the drow as a tricky one indeed, Sil then drew her weapons, more than ready for the fight to shift in her direction suddenly, and if it so happened that Sbatarra killed her friend... the mere thought of it made her blood boil, both in anger at Sbatarra and at herself for thinking of how pleasing it would have been to behead that assassin if such a terrible turn of events came to be.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>