Foxi had stopped moving altogether, as if she were dead. She remained this way for a few minutes, before her hands began to twitch... and eventually, she sat up. "What a shame..." she murmured, looking at her injured wings. "I suppose I won't be flying for awhile." The catfox sighed, glancing at the tattered black feathers that were scattered about. "Well, I haven't got anymore illusion abilities, I can't fly, my scythe is gone... It seems I have only one method of attack left." She reached into the sleeves of her outfit that she'd been wearing under her cloak-- a butler's outfit, which had also been damaged and torn from Shoon's attack-- and pulled out five forks and five butter knives.