Some of Sindy's resolve had totally faltered. More than once she allowed herself to get hit because she failed to make the kill she was aiming for, no matter the utter overwhelming advantage she had at those points.

"Tell me... am I the only one seeing... their faces. Their shapes?" Sandy slips out of the space between the wall and one of the spell's oddly-shaped icicles, as if she'd melted out of the shadow itself.