Arokleth showed no surprise or disappointment at her survival, merely leaning against the spire with a smile on her face. The eye did something new now, projecting a massive ray of blinding light from itself. Only it wasn't light, the ray was a seperate world where life could not exist, overlayed onto reality and swept across the sea of crystals like the beam of a lighthouse as the eye rotated.<br/><br/>"My my, what an amusing little thing you are..." was all she offered to the bizarre display of head removal, not even batting an eye at something most people would gape at. The arms of the tower reared up, forming some new attack. Purple orbs of light shot from them, which expanded into massive constructs resembling morning stars as soon as they struck something, the large balls of crystal spines proving to be dangerous obstacles and equally dangerous projectiles. "But, I'm afraid I can't help you. I know no one of that name." she added, the spines of the tower crackling with eldritch energies as something new was prepared. "Maybe you should worry about yourself more. As I recall, you said you were going to win if this fight continued, and yet you seem cornered."