Andila's fight.

"...Sure." The half orc gets up and bolts past Andila.

From deeper in the alley, a tall grey humanoid turns the corner, dressed in plain black clothes soaked down the front with blood. Beady red eyes glare at you from the end of the alley.

"A terrible night to wander the streets alone, isn't it?" The creature says with another hiss, it's mouth and chin dripping with blood. "Didn't anyone ever tell you these streets are dangerous, girl?"

"Indeed it is. I'm aiming to help with that." She says, helmet on, visor down. "What happened back there?" she asks.

The creature in the alley wipes some of the blood from it's face. "I encountered a pair of ruffians assaulting a lonely soul with no home. I did what any sensible gentleman would do. Retaliated against the attackers... and put the poor victim out of their misery. And now you've gone and gotten between me and the rest of my meal. An unwise choice, lest you wish to take his place."

"You went for an easy meal." she says, holding her position. "You've already admitted to two deaths, and I'm not entirely sure I believe you." She says.

The creature hisses. "Aaahhh, you believe me to labor under the foolhardy need to feign innocence. Take heed, foolish girl, for I am the very creature of the night your parents clearly didn't teach you to fear. I took pleasure in tearing those men apart, one good, one evil... as I will enjoy making just as appetizing a meal out of you should you persist. And yet, I prefer half-orc blood to human... last chance to get out of my way."

Andila uses her hexblades curse, and activates her necrotic shroud.
"I'm no human, and THIS is not your feeding ground."

He hisses and recoils. "What the devil is this? Who dares hunt in my master's territory?"

Andila's skeletal wings spring into existence behind her, and they are for a moment bare, blanketed only by the faint black aura of necrotic energy released by her form. She feels a faint trickle of blood coming from her nose. Slowly, the skeletal wings too begin to bleed. The blood runs across the bones, tracing jagged lines and shapes. The patterns painted by the blood are illuminated with a pale white light, bright and intense against the shadowy aura that surrounds them. The flickering, transparent image of feathers hang around the wings, forming the ghostly image of full angelic wings.

As Andila stares down the creature, she becomes profoundly aware of just how sloppy his posture is. The poorly balanced weight distribution in his stance. The lack of a guard. How easily she could step in and dispatch of him, how vulnerable his vitals are. Everything seems laid out before her, as if calculated in advance.

"This city is not your masters. Now stand and give me a good fight." She commands, sword readied, and she's gonna swing at it.

58 points of damage are dealt with 2 swings of her blade.

As she pulls her arm back and slashes across the creature's torso, she is able to appreciate feeling up to her usual strength again. Blood splatters across the ground as the creature is cut and steps back.

And then...

Dripping blood from Andila's wings pools at the tips of bone, begins to glow with a pale white light, and droplets of blood are whipped through the air, piercing through the creature's body like razor thin needles. As if marked by the slash, the projectiles made of Andila's own blood seem to aim for the creature's wound to worsen the injury.

The creature, still reeling from the first attack, struggles to shield himself from the small flurry of projectiles and is caught off guard by the second attack and subsequent second tight placement of needles.

"You... vile thing! You are nothing to me! I am darkness! I am death!"

The creature swung twice with claws, not once hitting her.

"I said, a good fight." She steps forward, and will take another two swings.

Andila swings twice, doing a total of; 135 damage

He charges forward, arms raised, ready to grab hold of her, but to Andila, it's like he's moving in slow motion. She can read his movements like an open book. With grace and ease, she steps in and swings. She cleaves through his midsection with a single swing.
Before he can react to being cut in half, her wings set loose another volley of needles, striking his upper body with enough force to keep it airborne as his legs collapse to the ground. Still leaning forward, Andila stands and slices upwards, splitting his severed upper body in half as it finally descends from the air.
The three pieces of the ghoul hit the ground, shredded as if hit with a sandblaster.

"Pathetic." She doesn't even bother raising him back. She poofs her sword away, and begins heading to the temple. She figures her sword or her wings will clean off any blood on her.