Siana had no idea who these people were or what their intentions were down here in the sewers, but she was not foolish enough to stop and question them now. They were help -- more, they provided a necessary distraction, and they saved Prichard's sorry ass, though the largest of them seemed rather cocky about the whole thing. Still, it was enough for her to step aside while the flan focused its attacks on them, and she could concentrate long and hard on this technique. It was magic-based, and magic had never been her forte, and she had only ever been able to perform this with any success after meditation during training.
She didn't know how, but she knew that she was ready, and perhaps it was that woman's song that helped, but she couldn't lose focus or she'd lose the power she needed. All she needed now was the flan to take notice of her again to attack, though she was unsure of how to get its attention. Luckily, when she opened her eyes, the flan had done exactly what she needed it to do. For some reason, whether it was that it was tired of fighting the scoundrels or it had defeated them or it could just sense the magic in her somehow, the flan turned its focus back on her and unleashed a flurry of attacks upon her person with its tentacles, but Siana stayed focus and -- there. There it was. The opening to unleash the counterattack.
She rushed forward with her katana, hoping that whatever magic she was able to conjure through her sword and her technique would be enough, and she swiped the blade cleanly through the flan. To her relief, the flan melted away into the sewage, and after Siana waited a few moments to see if it would reformed, she was satisfied.
Siana sorely hoped she wouldn't have a need to do that again, especially not with Prichard out of commission now. She sheathed her sword and approached him and carefully felt for a pulse, of which he still had, and she wiped the goo from her fingers on her handkerchief. Then, she turned to the group of... whoever, whatever they were, and said, "That was awfully convenient timing. Thank you." Too convenient, really, and she was not ready to let them off the hook yet. Prichard would live; she had the time.