The danger of the Shade is its infection, which seems to spread even where its hooves touch the ground, nauseating little patches of blackness slowly creeping along the dirt. It isn't more resilient suddenly, simply more unconcerned with harm, and as Ciri's sword bites deep, it shrieks and tosses its horned head, twisting to lash at her with claws as well, only to leave an opening for Charlenor to likewise strike from the front as its legs weaken from underneath it. If the spine hasn't been severed, it's certainly damaged badly - but that's not blood leaking out in fetid rivulets.

Its struggles turn feeble very quickly, but the fact that it is indeed still struggling is somehow grotesque on its own, scrabbling at the ground and at the air in the desperate effort to get at either of its attackers. More of those toxic little darts are put to use, but watching the way the taint spreads even upon the ground, the Nightborne is reluctant to get close again.

"'Ware the ground, stranger." That.. that's not the only threat going on either, even if it's incapacitated and slowly dying; there's other screams, more panic, and ... is that fire in the distance? He steps back and away, teeth bared in a grimace of mixed horror and disgust. "I.." Uncertainty, hesitation-- "I'm .. going to do what I can, this is .. the Nightmare is everywhere. You should run while you can." He scrubs his face with one hand, grimacing. "But if you'd rather stay, I don't care if you're human, help is help."

Scandalous words, and ones that would earn him a rightful attack from many of his allies, but this is more important than that.