After the blow lands and sends her counterpart sailing away, Ishtar staggers upright, using the brief interlude to catch her breath, and asses her wounded side.
Not without considering, however, that despite the ups and downs -- of finding hope and subsequent stripping away of it -- this was going about as well as expected. To the point where it was not unlike her fight with Nergal; the only true difference being that the curve wasn't nearly so severe between herself and her Alter ... well, that and the fact that the Goddess of Ruination was unlikely to toy with her for as long as her cousin had.
And knowing that, Ishtar could only hope the task that the others had come here to do, was finished quickly.
"Ah ..." Ishtar exclaimed with a wince, as a hand pressed down on her side to briefly slow the blue-black blood oozing from her side. There was nothing to be done about it now, unfortunately, the wound was a mess and she needed the pain it provided to sustain
Araska, regardless. Which prompted it a dry chuckle. "I wonder how long I can keep this up."
Sensing her respite was at an end, Ishtar scanned the horizon in search of her Alter; and once she'd been found the newly transformed Oni targeted a chunk of falling moon before using gravity magic to fling it into her. Not bothering to see if it connected or not, Ishtar then loosed a
torrential burst of electricity before launching herself after it, coating her claws with Katchin in the hopes she might return the favor and tear a chunk out of the Goddess of Ruination.