Impressive, William noted with a scowl. He hadn’t even thought it possible to use the two-faced statue as a platform to move between the swinging slabs, but the girl had once again proven to be far more resourceful than her slender frame initially betrayed. He supposed that he should be angry with her, but as he looked down on her scraped, panting frame he couldn’t help but to feel slightly appreciative. After all, if she hadn’t drawn his attention to the motions of the statue then he would have been completely unprepared for the massive clock-work pillar’s attack.

“See that,” he hissed, rolling his eyes to the hand which was coming to a rest over their platform as he approached the girl. The hand was larger than the slab itself, and the shadow it cast completely blocked out the sight of the thrashing creatures on the Maw’s rim. William’s charred lips curled into a vicious, snarling smile as he watched it shudder to a halt. “How much more can you dodge in this state?” he asked, kicking out idly at the girl. He wasn’t stupid, and didn’t really expect his razor claws to catch her at this point, but his swift attacks could at least keep her off balance.

“I’ve got to admit I underestimated you,” the revenant said grudgingly. He swept a second lazy kick at the girl, another feint intended only to keep the girl off balance rather than to split her open. “But it won’t matter in another moment, now will it? This massive hand is going to come down hard and smash both of us to nothing more than bone paste and a crimson smear on this slab.”

Another half-step and William danced around to cut off easy escape routes from the side of the slab. He dragged the claws of his feet as he did so, the force of his strength leaving a gouged groove in the stone behind him.

“Time to die then?” he asked pleasantly, obviously wasting time.