The Dullahan growled again as she saw the runes activating, heedless of her last-minute attack.  Not that she was really bothered; she was confident in her combat skills after all.  More confident in them than in anything.  After all, if one didn't have their own fight to count one, what could they trust in this world?  No, she was sure she could cut down whatever this little girl could throw at her.  It was just annoying that now it would take longer.  Well, at least she didn't have to wait for it to be fully formed to do something.  Pointless or not, turning her purple-haired opponent into mincemeat again felt<span style="font-style: italic">damn</span>good, and relieved a bit of her frustration.  Of course, she had to stop when Arokleth's structure came to completion, and backed up a few steps to study its height.  She raised one armored hand to her forehead to shield her eyes as if from the sun, but other than that gave no indication she was affected in any way its implausible form, even going so far as to let a whistle of genuine admiration slip past her lips.  "Phew, I'll say.  It almost looks good enough to eat."  She grinned as she said this and stretched her arm behind her to scratch upside down at her neck between where the metal of her armor and helmet met.  But no,she'd said she wouldn't do that as long as this person called back her summoned thing, and if Chloe was anything, she was (usually) a fae of her word.  She'd just do this the old-fashioned way, with a hoist of her sword back up and a lung forward again.  Even if losing this meant she'd come out alive - either through the school's reformation or if Arokleth was more intent on enslaving her than finishing her off, she still had that as a last resort.  After all, she<span style="font-style: italic">really</span>wanted to keep her awe-inspiring record blemish-free as possible.  So, unheeding of the way it defied physics, she stabbed her blade into the tower's only visible weakness - straight through its terrible eye.