He exhales shakily. Their healing magicks enable him to stagger upright again but even as they're speaking the Grimm, too, is recovering.

"I daresay it would take everything you have," he replies roughly. "And I dare not repeat such a crippling spell if I cannot be sure of this thing's obliteration."

Who would have expected it to resurrect itself?! Emet-Selch grits his teeth as he makes a grab for Libra's wrist.

"I can take enough to buy you time to leave."