As her Reaver came down and bit only air, her assailant diving away in a fury of flames, Scorn tumbled her weight into the spin and fall, kicking against the wood and launching herself after her. Flying through the air, Scorn propelled herself like a spinning javeling; the corpse she grabbed a circling mass of blood and flesh in front of her, presenting only a whirling body toward her enemy.<br/><br/>Flecks of Essence shorn off of Scorn as she spun, her sword arm arcing in the spin and gaining momentum as she flew. In the moment where she would hit the cursed Terrestrial, Essence sheathed her arm in savage rage.<br/><br/>The Reaver exploded through the corpse, stabbing toward the archer in a blood-drenched surprise attack, splurting flesh and torn cloth toward her.