War was undeterred, yet was struck with annoyance when she was practically locked into, what she suspected was, a permanent contact when the spikes drove through her hand and arm. However, this would be the time when this Eden fellow would notice that there was no trace of flesh on her, aside from the gore from her previous battle. At least on where he penetrated her arm.
The fact that the tendril was connected to him was not overlooked either. The simple and quick response to that knowledge was War attempting to slice through the tendril, using her other hand to deliver the swing.