The torch landed on the ground, not near any of the creatures unfortunately since Allereun didn't exactly have the best accuracy, especially with his unique eyesight problem. So naturally his movement was pretty much useless. Still, Leifr now seemed to attack, taking the cursed Honor and swinging it at one of the monsters, although with his body the way it was now, in alot of pain, his movements seemed alot clumsier and more awkward than they usually were. Fortunately the blade cut pretty deep into the creature as Leifr felt that familiar feeling in his arm as Honor seemed to drain more of his vital essence, making him feel a small bit weaker. 

Unfortunately Leifr's blade didn't cut as deep as it should have, most likely due to his awkward movements. There were still two creatures though, the one that he cut and the one that had attacked his horse previously. With the Ugling included there were currently three opponents to deal with. 

The creatures began their attack now, the one that Leifr slashed trying to claw into him once again, letting out guttural growls and hisses as it did so, strange fluid leaking from the tendrils where its mouth should have been. Fortunately, despite Leifr's haltered movements, he was easily able to parry the somewhat poorly aimed claw attack to the side with his sword and shield. The next one seemed to be going after the weakened Fiore as well, probably since these things had predatory instincts to go after weakened prey, a description which Leifr fit pretty well. Fortunately, even though his movements were being affected, he was barely able to push this much more aggressive of the two monsters aside with his shield after a few moments of struggling, able to avoid what could have been a fatal blow, his shield potentially saving his life. 

The Ugling Sorcerer, in the meantime, turned around to face the mysterious crossbowman and, with some dark chanting, seemed to call forth whatever strange magics that it had called before, the marks on the Skull it had brushed its hand over before glowing before it aimed its palm at the cloaked stranger, Lyrisa able to sense that same foul power coming from the Ugling's stave. 

In the next moment, the cloaked figure seemed to say a few words in some language unknown to everyone here and held out a strange object. It seemed to be some sort of flat and smooth stone that, for just a moment for Lyrisa, radiated some sort of force that seemed to help repel whatever magic the creature was using, somehow turning the creature's magic back upon itself. Only Lyrisa would really notice this since the others were busy fighting and had no sense for the Arcane or mystical like Lyrisa did thanks to her strange affinity to it, not that the others knew of this. 

The creature suddenly grit its teeth and began to growl out in pain, as if its own cursed magic that it had used upon Leifr before was affecting itself. However, it seemed to steel its own nerves and let out a mad snarl towards the stranger as it brushed off whatever dark power was affecting it. 

"You have no power over me you foul creature!" The stranger called this out as he aimed his crossbow, but instead of firing it at the Ugling, fired it at the monster that Leifr had cut into. A crossbow bolt flew and stabbed into the abomination, hitting a spot right in the center of its back, a hiss escaping from it before the creature fell over, leaving it powerless and not moving. In the next moment the hooded figure seemed to pull some strange lever on the side of the crossbow right after firing it. Only Lyrisa would know what it was, somehow. She seemed to have quite the stock of knowledge.

It was something called a Repeating Crossbow, a Crossbow that could fire five bolts before needing reloading, but they were supposedly incredibly rare. Lyrisa would know that this strange weapon actually came from the Far Lands, or was believed to come from there anyway, as it is from those 'mythical' Far Lands were many exotic things like this stranger's crossbow originated, something she might have seen in a tome once on the subject of the Far Lands, there being less than five successful expeditions there and back on record.