There was no stance this time, Shin was done playing with her. This was no longer a friendly little fight between skilled opponent, Shin was going to kill her. The one eye focused like a telescope on the weapon hand, he could see almost nothing in her hand. Some kind of blade, probably the same one she had struck him with earlier. Didn't matter, his posturing had finished and he lowered his left hand to his side. The thick gel that had wrapped itself around his stump had grown into a flat black covering, from that covering grew the wires that were always component to his defense and mobility. 

Shin was not unfamiliar with the concept of a Pyrrhic Victory. Even if he did win this fight, the pain he would endure by the end of it would be tantamount to a loss anyway. Losing his arm was the most painful thing he's experienced in a very long time, and it likely wouldn't be the only injury he'd sustain before the battle was out. This fight was looking to be very sacrificial indeed, and he was unsure if his right arm would have to be surgically reattached or if it would return to him mystically. These concerns would be pushed to the back of his head for now, that disgusting writhing eye of his zoned in on Corban's own eye. Her right, to be more specific. It glared a vicious message of hatred down his sight and into hers. 

Shin had been glaring at her long enough, though, and the time for action was now. With a single announcement he would unleash hell upon her unlike any he's demonstrated before, she should feel honored. Only a divine had ever pushed him to unleash this level of combat on another being. "Behold," he spoke calmly and plainly, extending his right arm's stump. "The Hydra." His stump pressed against the staff and from the ground in front of him erupted dozens of spires. Remember how he planted his staff in the ground a few moments prior? He had planted it point down, burying its head for a good reason. As he laughed and jeered at her, he had been probing the ground between them. Probing for any new pipe that could unleash another water based attack on him, to which he found few. Only the one running towards the fountain was noticeable. 

So too was he planning one of his most devious offensives, The Hydra. The Hydra is a very simple disruption and terrain shift, by tearing the earth up between him and his opponent he would destroy any proper footing that they could have. While he could change his density and with aid of the staff and move unnaturally, opponents who relied on walking would have to traverse an uneven battlefield. So too did it create a zone of desolation that none would dare pass through, why? Because every one of the components of the black staff may move independently, as it is an extension of his very will. Its amorphous nature and ability to change shape to whatever form he required it to gave him the ability to create complex mechanisms with only a single moving part. 

With The Hydra set up and around twenty four black spikes placed between himself and Corban as well as six surrounding himself on all sides, he waited for her next move. The Hydra was wholly capable of coming to her, if she did not come to him.