Arokleth didn't move, didn't do anything as the girl went for her strike. If anything, she actually leaned into the attack, blade cutting through cloth and flesh as she was chopped completely in half, both pieces falling back and landing against the floor. They lay there, blood covering Chloe's sword, before something happened. Multiple black tendrils squirmed within the apparent corpse, stretching out to each other and pulling the halves of the girl's body together, flesh and bone already mending along the slice. A gurgling laugh emanated from the unnatural body on the ground. "Falling to pieces is such a bother. You can call me Arokleth. I'd tell you my real name, but I assume you like being capable of rational thought." a raspy voice informed her, red eyes snapping open again as Arokleth rose to her feet. "Is it my turn?" she asked cheerfully, the expanded rune glowing with a sickly purple light, her blood having been absorbed by this new mystical array.