"No one is dying today," Ashelia pipes in, drawing her sword. She lines up behind the others - she can take a hit, but she's no tank. She absent-mindedly adjusts the sleeve of her red peasant blouse, making sure it won't limit her sword arm's range of motion. "But Frisk is right. This creature surely bares some clue as to the secret of the shrine, or is guarding something, and it doesn't appear she can be reasoned with."