Eleeza nodded to Pat, encouraging her/it to carry on.  The stuff did seem very sticky, although seemingly not as dangerous as she'd feared.  She wasn't inclined to get it all over herself if she didn't have to.  She wiped her knife several times on the grass before returning it to its sheath, still breathing heavily from her exertion.<br/><br/>She stayed close to the pile, going to one knee very close but not touching, nose wrinkled in disapproval of the odour and consistency,  and consciously staying out of Pat's way.  She looked up as Sika approached, and reddened slightly at the armoured fighter's little taunt - she always felt this way after letting herself commit to a battle, but she'd never been called on it before.  It took her a moment to come up with a response - why could the words never spring to her lips effortlessly, as it seemed to be for others?  - by which point the other had moved on and taken a striking pose, lessening any impact Eleeza might have.  Still...<strong>"I'm sure <em>if</em> you get around to swinging that sword some day, you'll find it takes some effort"</strong>she countered in her lightest, sweetest tone.<br/><br/>She wasn't going to take Bael'reth up on his bet, clearly - but she looked down again, hoping Pat's efforts would free the person soon.<br/><br/><br/>(Neglected to declare Eleeza was ending her Rage after the battle, of course, free action)