He'd be guessing correctly. A few more attacks, from arrowgun and lance alike, and the thing's down. Down for good, too, it seems; it glows gently, then seems to explode into shards of light - the death knell of any Keywraith. A small token's left on the ground; a rose, on a chain.

Xeha breathes a sigh of relief and stretches out. Man. He's glad to see that. Still running on what adrenalin's coursing through this body, he warps over to grab the chain and shove it in a pocket.

Right. Sorted.