She doesn't realize at first when Strange bites it, too busy fending off the imps. She can cut down an couple of them, but she swears they're multiplying. And then, she realizes, that she can see fewer of the bastards on Strange, that he has stopped moving.

Shit.

It was too late for him, too late for her, but Shura will take a bit more effort to take down. With Strange dead, she had to focus on herself and on Shishi. If there had been shelter immediately available, maybe she could have made it through, wounds and all, but the door to the inn remains bolted tight, and all she can do is struggle her way down the street.

Eventually, she too is overcome. She isn't fast enough to swat off the imp coming at her from behind and the one crawling up her leg at the same time. She doesn't recall any of them being close to her throat, but there it is, snapping and yanking. Shura falls in the snow and does not get up.