Oh good, she's not completely incompetent. This feels a lot like a cat trying to teach a human how to kill a mouse, honestly, but he turns his attention to check around them as he angles his spear to take the last of the killing blow, though she had done well enough of a job. The blood is already pooling, running little rivulets away from the body.

She should have seen him when ol' Nick's body couldn't contain him. Skin flaking and sores, burning the vessel from the inside, out.

Super great time.

"Don't judge a book by its cover," he drawls. "I happen to look stellar for a few billion years. You're just scrawny."

They didn't seem to draw any other attention, and a scan of the trees has nothing else waiting to pounce while they're distracted.