Aithne remains close, jerking Herian's head to the side to grab at her other ear. The angle allows her to see the very moment that Herian's hands are freed from the rope, allowing her to grab for the hilt of her spirit blade from where it hangs on Aithne's belt, twisting it around as the magic sharpens into the form of a sword. The hunter makes an attempt to stab at Herian's throat, but Herian surges upward, slashing the blade across Aithne's chest in an upward diagonal.

The hunter lands on the floor in separate pieces, and for a moment those left to restrain Pel and Sina are utterly still, their grips slightly loosened with shock.

Blood and entrails and all the rest are part of this, but there is no time to focus on that now. What there is time for?
Her hand outstretched, as she casts disruption field to slow and weaken their enemies. This was what she could do, this might have made the difference if not for the constant onslaught of mana draining glyphs cast at them before.