Fiona's sword came away from the hell hound spattered with a very dark liquid, the relatively poor nighttime lighting inefficient to show any color. Far all she knew, this creature bled entirely black blood. That she made it bleed at all was encouraging; the others who had arrived to fight were preoccupied with the anti-paladin, leaving it up to her and Tobias to deal with the mount.

As the beast turned to stare and growl at her, Fiona paused, widening her stance slightly, preparing to dodge away when it attacked, but Tobias was driven to strike first, trying to flank it while its attention was elsewhere. It proved both quick and aware of its surroundings by getting away from him, and Fiona's eyes widened when it nearly landed a slash on his prone form in return.

Keeping her sword in both hands, she flipped it over backwards and rushed forward towards the hound's side. "Get away from him!" she shouted, just before she raised her arms and drove her sword down, trying to pierce through the hound above the right shoulder, hoping to strike something vital if she could connect.