"We don't have to do this!" Corrin warns, her sword at the ready as the dolls approach. "We're not your enemies! We just want-" The second doll cuts her off mid-sentence by stabbing at her with the carving fork. Corrin manages to parry the blow in time with her sword. She grits her teeth and readies herself. "...All right then." She mutters.

Corrin quickly assesses the situation; they have the numbers advantage, but she knows most of the rest and they're all as new to this as she is. Not to mention they're all currently dolls. Best thing to do would be to thin the ranks as quickly as possible. Seeing Klonoa let loose a healing spell of some sort on Serge, gives her an idea.

"Klonoa!" She calls. "Get ready to cast that spell again on me, I'm going to need it!" She begins channeling power into her sword, wincing in pain as it's drawn from her own vitality. Well, she knew what she was getting into when she decided to be a Dark Knight. With the sword fully charged, she swings it at the fork-wielding doll who's attack she just deflected, hitting it with dark life-energy.

Panting with the exertion, Corrin points her sword towards the fork-wielding doll. "Focus fire on that one! Let's take it out as quickly as we can."