Remembering her first encounter with one and the ice that had crawled up the blade of her rapier when she'd struck it, she curses, another thrust at the shade on the move to try boxing the despair demon in. The things always move and if one of them gets stuck with no way to get to the other it's going to be painful.

Like the shade clawing at her when she doesn't get out of the way in time. The curse in her mother tongue doesn't matter as she gives herself a shake, slamming the ornate hilt of her weapon into its face when it roars at her.

"Are you all right?"