"Nnngh…!" Asher struggled.
As the Dread continued to contest him, seething and drooling blood as all form of calm was swept away from the arrogant entity, it was taken by surprise from an unexpected third party–
SQUELCH
A pair of eviscerations swept across the unguarded back of the Dread, coming the dual-dagger wielding demi-human who didn't stick around any longer than she had to, avoiding a retaliatory glare from the Dread. Even with just a stare, the being of utter violence managed to summon a small-scale explosion of darkness, to which Yuna barely flipped past to avoid.
…Yes! Asher thought.
That small distraction was enough to give him a tiny push, piercing through the layer of sable skin of the Dread as the tip of his claymore neared the entity's heart.