It was over, a hard battle fought and won as Elim fell to the ground, landing on his feet after driving the strange weapon further into the creature's chest like a stake through a vampire's heart. Elim was about to change his weapon back, but then something else occurred. The creature seemed to change and inverse itself and thus acquire a second wind as it now roared at them. Elim raised his hammer, getting ready to fight while also thinking that a hammer would be more effective right now against this type of creature. Fortunately another group showed up, these people seeming much more experienced in terms of combat ability and looked like they had dealt with whatever kind of creature this was. 

Elim wanted to run past the creature instead of away from it. His targets were in that direction, but doing that would distract those currently fighting it. Elim may have wanted revenge, but he wasn't so low and so desperate to use and endanger others for his revenge. Not only that, but Elim knew that he had no chance of fighting this creature as well if he decided to try and go against it to make the path clear. With one fist tightly clenched around the hilt of his hammer and his other one balled up tightly at his side, Elim began to go with the others quite begrudgingly. He was so close and now his targets were put out of his reach once again as they were probably leaving this world as this all happened, or so Elim assumed. 

As Elim moved with the others his hammer glowed for a moment before turning back into its original sword form before the boy sheathed it to allow him to move a little faster since a hammer was harder to run with than a sheathed sword was.