Despite her efforts to make the blow non-lethal, her blade hummed as it swung out, and impaled the first man to approach, seemingly moving of its own accord to strike a more deadly blow. His choked cries indicated he wasn't dead, but he slumped to the ground, bleeding profusely.<br/><br/>He phantom claws caught only air, but the jaws did not, sinking deep into her target; he didn't fall, but the terrifying strike sapped any will to fight he had, as his weapon fell from nerveless fingers, and he immediately began to withdraw.<br/><br/>The last lashed out at her, but his attack was easily sidestepped. She'd see the rest of the crowd back up - the splashes of blood dissuaded many of them, but she'd hear the heavy footsteps of the minotaur approaching her from the opposite side; glancing back, she'd see his arms wide, ready to grab her in a bear hug!