The beast was dead. 

Truth be told, Lily hadn't fully expected it to crumble underneath her blow as it had. Living metal ought to have a higher durability than Earth's metal. And yet this beast had died immediately. She shrugged, wings fidgeting as she turned towards Panoptos. Almost immediately she caught his gaze, then followed it to a distant figure as he looked away again. 

Who- or whatever this being was, it was obviously running away from them. A spy of some kind? A messenger for the residents of this world? [i]My money is on spy, judging by Panoptos' reaction.[/i] She could try to fly after it, see if she might catch up, or simply [i]Shift[/i] and run. Flying would be the easiest in this kind of area, with it being mostly floating islands of sorts. 

A glance to the side told her that Fenn and the human's fight with one of the other beasts was going well. Fenn alone would have been more than a match for it, but it seemed the human was intent on interfering. Their resident Nephilim seemed to be coping as well, but not as well as she or Fenn, it seemed. Theirs was a more even scuffle, something which brought a momentary smile to Lily's lips. Were Nephilim truly that weak? One had to wonder. 

Nevertheless, the other fighters were not where her focus should be at the moment. In the heartbeat it had taken her to survey the battlefield, the fleeing individual hadn't moved too far away. At least, not yet out of range. 

[i]I haven't used this in a long time,[/i] Lily thought, extending her left arm in front of her. In her clawed grip materialised a comparatively massive bow, long as she was tall at two and a half metres, but seemingly made of some wooden material. She gripped the string and pulled at it, an arrow fading into existence where space was left between her fingers. Her arm shook slightly, the bow not at all easy to draw even for her considerable strength. She aimed, angled the bow upwards, and released the arrow with all the force of a veritable ballista encapsulated in a single arrow, aimed straight at the back of their would-be escapee.