Siana/Jareth/Carolina
Siana nodded, knowing she had no choice but to go back into the fray without any edge. It was perhaps reckless and not anywhere near the most intelligent course of action, but neither was she about to turn her back on Emillion and its citizens for something as simple as a broken arm. Others could be losing their lives, have already lost their lives, and so her injuries were nothing.
"Very well," she said. "Thank you for trying." She noticed then that Monaco had calmed considerably, indicating that he was no longer Berserk, and Siana wondered just how that worked to their advantage -- or disadvantage. Certainly for her, she no longer had to worry about accidentally taking a blow from him, and he had skills besides those of the berserker class, but they were not as strong. Sometimes, however, Siana knew, strength was of far less import than precise and accurately placed attacks, and now both she and her partner were of the mind to attempt it.
"Monaco!" she called, readying her stance for her own attack. "Joints! Limbs!" Turning back to the woman, she said, "Continue doing what you were. Hold the other monsters off of us if you can. Please," she added after a pause before she darted back towards the serpent, hoping that one-arm attack would have at least some effectivity.