The tide of the battle had turned. Too bad it hadn't been in her favor. Still, she had come to accomplish something, and she'd be damned if she let Emette's sacrifice go to waste. She had a few ideas how to go about it, but this was probably the very first time she only had ideas on her next move. Not to mention she had repeatedly blown through nearly every plan she [i]did[/i] map out, and all of them had gone straight out the window. Clucking her tongue for a moment, she watched her magicks get overpowered. Lovely. It was to be expected; her Death magicks allowed her to exist here, and while the Creature's magicks wouldn't affect her as much, eventually, she too would be drained of life. It was more of a resistance than an immunity.

[i][color=plum]Alright, time to finish, then back to the world of the living,[/color][/i] She sighed inwardly as she took a step back, her free hand gripping her tattered cloak. Pulling the hood over her head and ignoring the bending of her ears momentarily, she threw her cloak behind her, her shadow stretching far in front of her. She stepped in, letting the shadows surge upwards. Once again, they would shoot out at the Creature's shadows that remained. They would pierce through each one, though they did not look to maim, the instant they touched a very small pulse of light magick emanating. They would do little, but they alerted Aloa to what she wanted to know.

Burtsing forth towards one of the remnants, Aloa would thrust her hand into it. She knew she had only seconds to work, but she was seizing that chance. Feeling her hand grabbing something, she worked quickly, and when her time was up, she could feel it trying to pull her in. The deed was done, now the question was whether she could get herself out, preferably with her arm still attached. Looking into the darkness, she released another explosion of magicks, sending herself flying backwards.