"If you can't fight a familiar face then fi--" They had an advantage, an obvious one, surely. It was just a matter of realizing and implementing it. However...

Sandy moves behind the yellow crystal figure, plunging her knife it's neck without regard for who's face it was. She stood there rather stoically, as she pulls her knife free and lets the creature fall to pieces.

"Can you still fight?" She worries for her ally, rather than what comes up from behind her and returns the favor, crashing a red, and now bloodied, crystal hand through a lung.