Whatever Loxley just did kills the rage demon so quickly that Athessa barely has time to divert her next attack towards the next closest--which is a kind of shade she's never seen before. The silhouette is the same hunched form as the others, but the core of it is gnarled like an old oak, and along one of the ridges of its de facto bark, it splits. Raw, meaty flesh is exposed in that split, and lined with teeth as if its whole body is a mouth and its skeletal mask of a face is only there to distract until it can bite.

The sight of it stops her in her tracks for one baffled moment.

"Well I don't like that," she decides, and skirts around the beasty to slice one dagger upwards along the opposite side of its...toothy gash, while striking down the length of its back with the other. The shade screeches and flails blindly, mouth gnashing. Yep. It's a mouth.

"Wow, I hate it!"