"You! You!" The amalgam greeted the corpse-lady in an almost friendly manner, weapons raised in a more focused stance, eager for her to draw close enough to be made an example of. Surprisingly, snuffing the fire out on the mass of protruding arms managed little more than a few twitches of fingers and a muffled roar of enthuse turning to anger as it brought the weapons to bear. Unfortunately, as soon as it had tilted back for the momentum to 'give her the grease', it was instead bound up in powerful undead arms that dragged it forward and up. Its weapons clattered to the ground as the grayscale washed over its hands, seeming to drain the strength even from its grip. Corpse-lady, however, felt little resistance as she brought the thing down to crunch against the stone floor. 

The Stranger intently watched even as Jericho sank their own torch into the vacant neckline of the creature's back, though it was not the action they paid such attention to. The creature twitched in a pool of smashed wax and a viscous black ichor, a sizzling arising from its form before glowing orange and yellow spikes erupted from the gaps in its armor, similar to the fire from the torches before being pulled from their sconces. "F-found..." It started, its voice a quiet groan while a hand tilted in the direction of The Stranger, "...yoouuu"
The protruding arms went limp and rapidly began to putrefy.

"[b]I think that others may have heard it's cries, why else would it scream if none of it's allies were nearby?[/b]" The Stranger mimicked, still seemingly transfixed on the shambled armor which had quickly began to give of an unpleasant stink of rotting flesh to rival the corpse-lady's. The Stranger somewhat stood, lifting their other hand and clinking their index and middle finger together twice before releasing their first hand and promptly striking a third chime.
In the brief second of color snapping back into the world, the skeletal snake spirits arched back towards the party with burning lights in the hollows of their eye sockets. Whispers pervaded the air, bouncing off of the walls in a similar voice to the thing that laid presumably dead. A mess of words spoken by the same light echoes that accompanied The Stranger's mimicry all fought to speak at once, becoming instantly jumbled and nonsensical. They looked between the members of the party before taking a running stance as if hinting to their next course of action upon popular suggestion.