With his assailant slain by the bolt that pierced its back, Leifr turned his attention towards the creature now charging at Fiore. Yet before he could order his steed to follow after it, the sharp pain erupted from his muscles forcing him to cringe in pain. He steeled his nerves once more, resisting as best he could. A dark feeling welled up in his gut, like a smoldering ember. It was hot and painful, but Leifr couldn't discard it. Instead, it burned hotter and deeper when Leifr's eyes turned towards the magic-using monster that cursed him so. Gritting his teeth against the pain, he hardly noticed that he was exhaling a quiet snarl under his breath. Leifr tried to ignore the pain and turn his attention back to Fiore, but there was something about this strange feeling flooding him... He didn't want to let it go.

Come now Leifr of the Forbannet, surely Gallas Tildein must be ashamed to know that this level of pain is enough to cause you to hesitate!

With that thought, Leifr finally managed to tear his eyes away from the creature and order his horse to charge forth after the monster that would dare turn its back to him and attack his ally. Steeling his nerves and resisting the pain with all his being, he swung the hungry Honor at the creature's back, his warhorse also raising its heavy hooves to strike at the enemy.