[By now, her left arm is hanging at her side. She still has grip strength in her fingers, but lifting it against the wounds is more pain than she's willing to accept at the moment. With the battle descending into chaos, she condenses the flame-whip into a long, curved blade, with which she strikes at a ghost.]
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[By now, her left arm is hanging at her side. She still has grip strength in her fingers, but lifting it against the wounds is more pain than she's willing to accept at the moment. With the battle descending into chaos, she condenses the flame-whip into a long, curved blade, with which she strikes at a ghost.]
[Not with any success, mind, but hey.]