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The ghoul's momentum had carried it onto the tip of her blade, but to her surprise it was somewhat more forceful than she had anticipated, and the ghoul had come somewhat closer than Nabi had initially planned, in spite of her two weapons that both remained firmly jammed in the corpse-man's head and torso, respectively. The ghoul's frantic flailing and gnashing of teeth was all that occupied her mind for a brief moment or two, before an armoured gauntlet - belonging to the older of the humans - reached over the corpse-man's shoulder, took hold of the ghoul's torso itself and wrenched the corpse-man away from her, also giving Nabi the chance to, with a growl of effort, rip her dagger and sabre free from where they were both lodged in the corpse, before stumbling backwards slightly - bumping into something as she did so. The knight threw the ghoul to the ground, before caving in its skull with a single crushing blow from his own truncheon, followed by another blow to the ribcage. Blood, fragments of bone and pulped brain matter and flesh exploded from the corpse and splattered across the ground. Nabi cursed in Erashyiric under her breath, wishing her sabre was a little less dependent upon finesse and more suited for rough, physical encounters, but no doubt it would serve against anything that [i]wasn't[/i] effectively a corpse being puppeted by something from beyond. 

Nabi had only just realised the younger man - Jordan, as he introduced himself - had put out an arm behind her to catch her - and it was that she had stumbled back into. She fought back the urge to make a quip about falling for a younger man, and instead nodded to him and mouthed [i]Thank you[/i], in gratitude. The older knight spoke up as he dealt the finishing blow. "They fight until disrupted or fully disassembled. Taking an arm off is just a scratch."

Nabi, finally taking the time to breathe a heavy sigh of relief as the adrenaline began to fade, steadied herself back on her feet. The older one wasn't to know that total dismemberment was [i]mostly[/i] what she'd planned to do, but it couldn't hurt to say so. [b][color=000000]"That [i]was[/i] the intention, sir, but it came at me a little fast. Appreciate the assistance... apparently a foot of steel isn't quite the leverage I thought it was."[/color][/b] She looked down at herself, checking for any sign of injury that she hadn't noticed thanks to the adrenaline, before realising that in the meantime, the knight had thanked her - for dealing with the blanket-thing, she assumed. [b][color=000000]"Heh. Even now? One blanket-thing for one corpse-man?"[/color][/b] Nabi wiped the blood and remains of the corpse-man's eye from her dagger and sheathed it behind her, but kept her sabre at the ready in case of any more trouble. The knight spoke up again, "Silver ignores magic. That's why they use those." 

He was evidently referring to the silvered swords the now decidedly-[i]ex[/i] witch hunters had been carrying. Meanwhile, the younger lad was offering her a truncheon, probably after witnessing the somewhat messy encounter earlier. Nabi shook her head. [b][color=000000]"No, but thank you. I'd prefer one of those swords, if I have to take something - don't like using heavy cudgels as weapons, even if they are apparently useful against magical creatures."[/color][/b] She glanced over to the other set of stairs, where the third sword lay, before wiping her sabre clean on some smouldering cloth nearby and jogging over to pick the third sword up. Immediately, Nabi prepared herself to change her swordplay - the sword was longer, heavier and definitely clumsier than she was used to, but it would suffice. 

If necessary, she could always use two hands...