Once Arianna had made sure that the scarecrow had finally died, she sighed, letting his hand fall limp as she let go and rose up, facing Isaac solemnly. "Get the Instruments. And get your kamas. We're killing a Coldbourne - or torturing him to death, I don't care at this point." Isaac gulped, as he grabbed his kama, the tambourine and the horn and pocketed each, although he was forced to hold the tambourine. He'd find a safe place for it...later. "...Do you think that's it, here?" Isaac muttered. "Dunno." Arianna sighed once more, shaking her head in disgust.