Muu did not even have time to watch, or pay much attention in the first place, towards the spiel of light and Ash's avoidance of death. The brunette herself had managed to escape death just barely, but now?

She couldn't just walk away from the undead monster to focus on others. This was now between her and 'it.' Her muscles were still aching but her mind was clear. Despite its appearance it certainly knew how to fight but, if anything, it had a slow weapon. It couldn't possibly be stronger than her Master.

Still, yet, this was not a matter of brute force, but grace. Dancing on the battlefield, just like she practiced. Piercing the skeleton surely wouldn't bring her far. Instead, Muu planned to dodge its next attack and counter with the blunt force of her weapon. This time, she was prepared.