"Augh!" She cries out and takes a step back, one hand going to her opposite shoulder.  Thank goodness for leather, even if he did rip through it like a hot knife through butter.  He may have cleaved her arm off it weren't for her jacket.  She sneers at him, then suddenly wishes she had Eric's sword.  But she doesn't, he has the sword in his own possession.  Which might work equally well.  "Eric!" If the thing took it's eyes off of her it'd be extremely stupid, or if it didn't pay attention to Eric that'd work as well.  He could, hopefully, shove that sword straight through this thing's heart...if it has a heart.  This railing would be so much better if it had a blade on it...but it doesn't and rather than fight up close to this thing again she jumps away and aims to fight with the railing, to knock it's feet by thrusting the end between it's legs and forcing it's legs out, then using all of her strength to rip the railing up and smash it into this thing's crotch.<br/><br/>The hope is really that it'll not only smash it's crotch but rip up completely<i>through</i>the rapist.  And if not, then maybe it'd distract the creature for long enough for Eric to lop off it's head, or send the blade through it's chest.  She wants this thing dead, and as Rachel still looks like this thing, she's betting that spell only lifts if the one who cast it is dead.