Elissa was glad that most of them were slow, reaction times limited as they moved. It was easier to fight back, though, like Duncan, she ran the risk of being overtaken now and again when too many closed in at once. She spun in a practiced arc, blades flashing, injuring - if not incapacitating - any creature that came too close. It was killing them that was more difficult, requiring more precise means of dealing blows.

Her blades were long enough to do more effective damage until she was nearly overwhelmed, but the flicker of flames along her sword could at least burn some of them as they reached for her. Not even the pain seemed to register across their glassy expressions; they kept coming even if she had set fire to their clothing.

Glances were given to Duncan sparingly, though she could hear his voice over the din of the muted gurgles and faint groans from their foes. Unless he shouted, she would assume he was all right, though she tried to keep him within her line of sight at all times. It only got her into trouble when one managed to grasp her shoulders, fingers scrabbling at her armor. With a twist of her hand, she stabbed back and into its face, thrusting up and into its brain. Withdrawing, blood and ichor dribbled onto her shoulder and she turned her head at the smell, coughing into her elbow. She whipped around and finished the job, beheading it too.