Fiore and his strangely nice conscious thrust their blade at the beast the moment they got near, since they had just enough time to move and thrust the thin, yet strong, blade at the horrid creature that had just sunk its claws, in the more literal sense, into Lyrisa. The blade thrust in very deep, right through the creature's shoulder before being pulled out again, a feral howl mixed with a hiss escaping from it as it turned to face Fiore, its attention clearly on him now instead of the wounded Lyrisa, that same darkish-reddish blood coating his blade and coming from the hole in its shoulder made by Exalia. It was no thrust at the head, but it was pretty close to the neck, probably severing some of the main arteries in the creature, not that those seemed to matter though since these creatures could keep fighting and fighting without tiring until they are cut enough to where they stop moving. It was unclear how these apparent dark magic made abominations worked.