This was the first time Honor did not drink the blood of its prey. Was it because these creatures did not carry true blood? No matter how Leifr looked at it, the monsters bled a fluid of rot and decay, Leifr momentarily cringing at the fetid fumes that were released with the sludge. It was in that moment that the third creature crawled over its fallen brethren and strike at their new ally. She parried it, thankfully., and with two down the numbers were now even on both sides if what Alleruen said before was correct.
Lyrisa encouraged Leifr and the fighters ahead, reminding Leifr not to let even a single beast get past them. Leifr was curious as to why Alleruen grew quiet now that the beasts had arrived but kept his focus at the task at hand. But should he switch out Honor in case the cursed blade did something terrible as it couldn't drink the sludge of these creatures? No, there was no time. Leifr decided that if there were such a recoil from his using Honor on incompatible enemies he would have to suffer through it.
Aiming for the creature that had clambered over its allies and attacked the woman, Leifr raised Honor to his left and then swung it hard horizontally at the beast, hoping to catch it's side unguarded since it was focused on his ally instead.
