Elijah heard a strangled scream to his left, and spun to see a vampire impaled on the arm of a grinning mort-vivant. He sprinted toward them, but Lisette got there first. She had ripped her gown above her knees for freedom of motion, and what was left was so covered in gore that its original yellow color was barely discernible. Her face was grim and focused, and she didn’t hesitate before plunging her own arm through the chest of the dead witch. “How do you like it?” she demanded, twisting her hand and withdrawing the organ. She clutched the mort-vivant’s slimy red heart in her hand, and held it up spitefully in front of his face.

His grin faltered. He lost his grip on the vampire, who staggered away as fast as she could. Her injuries were grave, but they would heal; her attacker wouldn’t be so lucky.

- The Originals: The Loss, Chapter 12