Bravely run away! To Persephone! Help, the squishy ranged needs your assistance!

Persephone can't go toe-to-toe with one of these things, but she can tackle Yvette out of the way of imminent death for the third time today. 

Yvette is very sorry that she keeps needing to be tackled out of the way of imminent death, she's trying. But she's sort of a fifteen year old in a warzone. A battle hardened veteran she is not, even if she has terrifying knife throwing skills.

As such, she's very amenable to being tackled out of the way. She moves where shoved!

"Where shoved" turns out to be 'onto the ground with Persephone atop her'. 

The shadow is nearly atop them: it swings a claw down at Yvette. 

Persephone parries the blow with her golden longsword- but it's off-centre. 

With a twist of its claws, the shadow rips the sword from Persephone's grip, tossing it away down the alley. 

Yvette wonders if this is how she dies, squished under a slightly creepy emotionless woman, far away from home.

The shadow falters in mid-swing, its claws gouging the street next to Yvette's head. Its other hand goes to its chest.

... Yvette glances up to see what happened.

The shadow vomits up blackness. 

Blackness filled with eyes. 

Oh. Okay then. That works. Yvette will just stay here some more, then. (So out of her depth!)

The shadow collapses and disintegrates into a pool of shadow-chunks. After a moment, Ishmerai's body coalesces, unnamable juices dripping from her hair.

"Well. That went better than I was expecting."

"We do seem to have won. Uh. Sorry that I needed to be tackled constantly."

"It's not a -" 

Tackle.

Yvette's knife tumbles end-over-end through the air, and thwacks painfully hilt-first into Persephone's shoulder.

"Um," says Yvette, alarmed, and then she is reaching for the knife since clearly they are not done.

Though it's not like she can aim from the ground.

The remaining shadow levels both hands at them, and energy builds at its fingertips. 

Enough playing. 

The golden light dies out in Persephone's eyes.

"Player three has entered the game!" says someone, and then the shadow is shot in the head.

The shadow reels from the shot: rays of consuming blackness sweep the wall of the alley as it staggers. 

Another shot slams into its side, curving in mid-air to hit at just the right angle.

The shot knocks the shadow into the ray-raked wall. The impact is too much for the shredded masonry to handle: with a grinding crash, the building collapses atop it.

And then a person lands neatly next to Persephone and Yvette.

"C'mon, up you get, it's not dead yet, I just kind of pissed it off - oh, oh, Yvette! I have a present for you."