[Center][color=#C70039][h3]~Isabella~[/h3][/color][/center]
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Thankfully, the nameless wisp used that ridiculous anchor of his to be of some more use. The hound was easily dealt with, the weapon slamming into it and sending it sprawling into the profane creature. The redhead was given a momentary respite from the assault, and was allowed to regain both her footing and breath. She'd worry about cleaning the muck off of her robes later, for now she brought a hand up to the wound, gently running a finger over it and grimacing slightly. Definitely hurt. Not natural whatever it was. Poison of some sort? The 'Blight' Nera mentioned? Chances were good, but that meant she had been blighted herself from this wound, unless it wasn't dangerous in small doses?

...why did it feel like she had asked these questions before? Before she could ponder the thought, a loud blast echoed through the room, punctuated by a thunk as it slammed into something. The noise was loud enough to temporarily deafen her, causing an immediate ringing in her ears. Isabella immediately swiveled her head towards the source of the sound, taking another defensive position in preparation for some attack only to find Aiv using the pillar as some large shield. A clever used of it, at least.

At this rate they could win, if they could keep up this pace, but Isabella was unsure if they could. The narrow hallway allowed for very little maneuverability and if they tried to press forward they'd be...well, pretty done in. Not to mention the four hallways meant the might also be attacked from another direction - and having to fight on two fronts was a bad idea, especially for them.

So Isabella took a more tactical approach.

She rushed over to the opening, getting as safe a distance she could to it and planting her feet firmly on the ground.

She'd at least attempt something rather flashy here with that idea she had earlier. The sword at least seemed to have some will or...life of its own. Normally just thrusting a sword forward, especially with her meager strength wouldn't typically achieve much, but perhaps the unique nature of this weapon would allow her to do something creative.

[color=#C70039]"That loud, pathetic excuse for a weapon is not a priority!"[/color] Isabella shouted back, over the ringing in her ears.

Summoning all of her strength, she made a powerful, upward slash with the weapon. The blade hissed in its usual fashion, the blade easily reaching the ceiling of the stone passageway - and if it had any amount of the same strength that it had before, it would lodge itself in it with some amount of force. The stone was weak, and in such an old place as this, the ceilings likely were not going to be that stable...hopefully this would be enough, or it'd probably not go so well for her. Likely putting more strain on her body than necessary - or was safe - Isabella pulled the blade once again, intending on freeing it from its position and hopefully bringing the ceiling down with it.