As the pair began to move about the room, Forgath reached down to a boot, drawing a knife from its sheath.  Too small to have been considered as a weapon to wield against the creatures, it was none the less the only blade he had with him when he was cast out of his world.  He looked at it for a few moments, the sight of the engraving briefly taking him back.  With a shake he cleared his head, then moved towards the nearest centipede and got to work.