Due to her battle cry as she charged forward into the miasma, Evvie lucked out because she wasn't breathing in as a result. She ducked down as he did so and jousted the knife towards an opening, using her control of the fire to sent it darting forward hopefully into the cavity within the ribcage to wound his internal flame, or whatever he called it. However, it was difficult to get a precise strike with this flame so she was uncertain if she managed to hit him with it or not. With her attack complete she began to step back and unknowingly breathed in the miasma, instantly feeling the horrible pain flowing through her body. She cried out in anguish, stumbling forward to instinctively reach for something to stop herself from collapsing, which happened to be her opponent's skeletal body. Should she manage to grab on she would squeeze as hard as possible, nails digging into the bone as her knuckles turned white. This wasn't out a desire to wound him, though she certainly wouldn't be wishing him good will, but as a result of the pain. Her tail lifted up and then smacked down, jerking every which way with enough strength to knock someone off their feet should they make the mistake of getting behind her.