Don't think about the pain. It was as simple as that. Pain was only a neurological response to physical trauma. It was nothing. It meant nothing. As long as she didn't think about the stab wound on her shin or her torn hair, then she was practically as right as rain. She wasn't, but she still could keep her wits about her. Thanks to the efforts of her party, she had time to breath. Time to think. Matteo had the upper hand, but who knew how long he could last. Muu was in trouble, but she was more competent that Matteo. Being choked by a scarf wasn't the worst. At least, that's what Ash thought.

[b]"Matteo! Keep him down!"[/b]

She had decided to help the boy. Her biggest issue was the goblins kept dodging. If the goblin was restrained, then Ash could easily hit it. Ignore the pain. The mantra continued. She stood and charged towards Matteo. A quick cleave downwards on the goblin's neck. Once, twice, three times. As many times as it would take, she would cleave into the goblin's neck. As long as Matteo could restrain the goblin, she could do it. Then, the two could push their numbers advantage.