"Mmm!" Eight nods at the direction. Man Three was so cool...

Eight follows up her attack in kind, ducking, diving, and dodging in the heat of the moment. But as the fight is going on she's getting sloppier. Serving as an anchor had taken its toll on her, and while her spirit was fighting fit, the rest of her feels like she just ran 10 rounds of Clam Blitz.

For now, she's ignoring it, following up a quick exit from the ink with a swift flying kick to the monster's chin.