As Kaito focused on the arms, the shadow took that opportunity to slice into his side. The blade sank into his skin, just above his hip, and the shadow seemed to relish in that moment. It then twisted the sword, deepening the cut, before withdrawing the sword, and raising it to defend from an attack by Kaito. It swung downwards with the other sword towards Kaito's exposed leg, only to shift the trajectory mid swing to defend from another attack. Engaging with each blow with speed equivalent to Kaito's own, it did not attack, except in feints- it merely defended, prolonging the fight.

The tired Grey let out a tenuous yawn, and laid down on the ground. Staring at the fighters, she admired her handiwork. She sang a few words quietly, barely audible, though this time recognizable in the common tongue, too tired to speak with the shadows' language-

[i]"Pillow, please. Also a knife."[/i]

The shadows obliged, tenderly placing a pillow underneath her head. Grey shut her eyes, grasping the now ethereal knife in her hand, waiting for enough time to pass that it could solidify. She did not sleep, merely laid there- falling unconscious would unravel her constructs.