[ His dry sarcasm is taken in stride, while she reorients herself and shrugs off some of the tension the fight had brought out, tossing some of her blood stained hair back over her shoulder. She bears a wound from the bite, but she doesn't bear any outward semblance of pain or desire to stop fighting.]

We will keep moving. What I need is to continue this battle.

[ She answers confidently, first swiveling her head around to ensure they're not about to be ambushed by a second beast — before drawing her golden eyes back to him. She meets his eyes without an ounce of hesitation. To tell the truth, she's a little humbled to be helped by him... but as prideful as she is, she's also direct and blunt, true to herself and her feelings. She wouldn't dismiss such an action as meaningless. ]

But the carnage will be swifter if we collaborate. Come. I'd like to see more of these spells of yours.

[ Here's where she would usually tell people to fuck off and stay out of her way... instead, allowing someone to fight by her side is the best way she knows to communicate her respect. ]