Despite its size and the advantage its many limbs had provided it, the creature wasn't strong. With Kit slowly recovering from its attack and Reimi's spell to aid him, as well as the ethereal blade of light she wielded, the shadow was forced back. Its remaining limbs curled up with every strike, and with every cry like a rusty hinge, its size appeared to diminish.

Kit was glad. He hadn't been able to do much. In truth, if it hadn't been for Reimi's swift thinking, his decision to act the way he had could have ended very poorly for him. But it seemed that things were turning out for the better. Excepting the cut across her cheek...she had come out relatively unscathed from her match with the shadow. And after two or maybe three of those grenades there was nothing left of it but smoke.

Still not paying much mind to the memory, which seemed to have paused itself behind them, Kit hurried to Reimi's side. If they continued, would the shadows get stronger and larger? He had a feeling that, at least for now, this memory would be the last. He wouldn't risk her well being, whether or not she wanted to press forward.

"Impressive. But how is your cheek...?"