Emet-Selch heaves his greatsword up and over in a move one would definitely not expect out of an older man like him. It's swiftly followed by a sideways slash, the heavy hits forcing the Sentinel to look at him rather than the agile young woman dancing about.

"'Tis not about how long I need but how long you'll last," he calls back tersely. "I need to understand the extent of its awareness. I'll need you to hit it quickly and from as many angles as possible while I try to keep its attention."