A sudder ran through Akkia's body, she grabbed the slaughter dalma by the scruff, toseed it to a side, grabbed the Relowockee by the mask that was attacked to its face, pushed it away, got up with a struggle and slammed the Relowockee's head into a tree, repeatedly, until the mask cracked-repeatedly. She then threw the limp Relowockee to a side, then moved to Corff, picking up the struggling, insane, dalma by the scruff, charging towards the pool of the falls, pushing the dalma into the water, drowning it and throwing the corpse from the water. Luw wasn't dead, at least. Merley stunned. A fire sparked in her eyes as her whole body tensed, her vision hazed over with red as she walked slowly, her shoulders trembling and her face a mask of rage. She circled the bnattle between her love and the albie, awating her time to strike.