(Boris is accepted! Thank you!

)
Azrael Stygian
Upon missing his target--a rare occurrence, he assured himself, which wouldn't happen again--he rolled as he hit the ground, pressing himself against the wall and calculating his next plan of attack. Perhaps he had underestimated this boy. But Azrael would make sure he won this battle. He locked eyes with Aracknae for a split second, who had apparently melted through the walls. She looked weakened for a brief moment, but then she disappeared again, and he refocused his mind on the skirmish at hand. He decided to throw his dagger--a risky but unpredictable move. In order to do so, he'd have to morph back into humanoid form long enough to retrieve his knife, aim, and toss it. The aura of darkness he exuded might be enough conceal him for that amount of time, but he couldn't be sure. Without thinking twice, he morphed into human form, unsheathed his dagger, and tossed it at the ice boy, aiming for the heart. As soon as the weapon was airborne, he attempted to melt back into shadow form, hoping the boy had not seen him.
Bistre Irok
"Good idea," Bistre smiled, her eyes now locked on the woman as not to let her get away. "Do you want to do the talking this time, or should I?"