Mergoux was still sloshing around, jabbing quickly in and out with her knives, slashing away at the flesh slowly. One arm was cut so deep the bone was exposed, and were the woman alive she would have died half a dozen times over from bloodloss. As it was, Mergoux was flecked with the undead's blood, soaked in shit-water and just wanted to get above ground again.

The tunnel echoed with a howl of rage, and Mergoux spared a glance to see the Black Knight taking out his anger on the undead youth. Grunting her approval, she darted forwards again, and with a powerful blow she managed to sever the already badly damaged arm, a few seconds before the axe slammed home into the fat woman's skull. Mergoux was hit by a spray of blood, but that didn't stop her as The Raven Knight kicked the woman to the sewer floor and ordered Mergoux to finish it. 

She nodded once, and with practiced ease casually threw one of her twin blades so that it embedded itself on the half-submerged corpse of the man she'd already taken down. She wasn't about to sheath the blood-soaked dagger and make cleaning the sheath even harder. It would be enough to get the sewer stink off it.

She hefted the axe in one hand, not clumsily, but not with the same expert proficiency that she used her blades with. Having missed her chance to take out her disgust and rage on the one who'd knocked her down, instead she gritted her teeth silently and began butchering the woman before her. The axe came down again and again, joined by the remaining dagger as she took the woman apart piece by piece. A minute or so later she was breathing heavily, her shoulders rising and falling as she did so. Bits of the woman floated here and there, and speckled the walls. Mergoux was splattered with blood as her violent outburst, silent but deadly, had left the woman almost unrecognizable as once human.

She lazily handed the axe back to Lucian. [color=green]"Here... Name's Mergoux. Suppose you deserve to know it after all this... shit" [/color] she said, gesturing to the battle they'd been a part of. She rolled her shoulders and retrieved her second knife, wiping the blades crudely on her pant leg before putting them away. The threat was dealt with, now there was only to get clean. Not that Mergoux hated or was afraid of dirt, but after taking a dive into sewage, she felt disgusting. 

She was distracted by the Knight swearing loudly and falling to his knees. Mergoux moved next to him, kneeling also and was about to attempt to steady him when she saw the wounds closing. Even under her helmet, the open mouth and wide-eyed expression betrayed her surprise. She'd never seen anything like this before. What potion was this that could heal so quickly?