The sorcery the young girl was casting was not destructive simply on its own, though the result could very well be. What she didn't expect was for the man to suddenly manifest a weapon and swing on her before the arcana could finish him off. An emotion manages to find its way to her face, that of surprise. She scarcely has time to back away. Thankfully, the attack is pulled before striking her. Was he hesitating? That could be good for her. Guilt was a weapon she was not above using against her enemy. Particularly against an enemy that seemed a bit more murderous then what she was used to dealing with.

The shadowy creature zips past as Frau evades, seeming to vanish into the ground, oozing back up next to the girl, who has replaced her look of surprise with the same one of neutrality she had been wearing all along. "Ah, so you have your own surprise as well. But I am not entirely certain it shall be enough to 'destroy' me. I fail to see why you even want to. I had done nothing to you, nor anyone you know. You are risking your life to punish someone who, as far as this world knows, is entirely innocent. The word you are looking for is not 'destroy', it is 'murder'." The creature elongates upwards, solely so the girl can pet what passes as its head. "I know a bit about that."

And then the thing attacks again, this time from the ground, by flattening, sliding across the ground like an inky black manhole cover, and attempting to do nothing more then entangle Frau's feet in its gummy body. It isn't the sort of attack that could kill or even hurt, the things body was somewhat cool to the touch but not inherently dangerous.