When Shula finally moved her carcass off of him, he struggled to get up more than he should have been. The amount of effort he was putting into the bond seemed to be physically draining what little hungover energy he had had. Luckily though, he'd managed to get up and out of the way of the beast as it charged, hopping to the other side of it as Shula did. The rancid smell of it's burning flesh seared it's way into his nostrils as he was caught behind the wall of heat from her flame. The beast in the confusion of being set on fire seemed to be paying more attention to her than it was to him. Maybe he could use her distraction to get a good hit in.<br/><br/>He lifted his sword, muscles aching as the weight of the blade fought him. Swinging in a low arch, he aimed for the head dragging on the ground. It seemed to go slow, even for him, and the monster held up an arm deflecting the blade. The weight of the blade carried, ending up with the flat of his blade making a rather loud but seemingly harmless thwack off the demon's limp head. The deflection of his blade had thrown him off again, and he recoiled from the heat as much as he did the ugly pile of flesh in front of him. Backing up a couple of steps, he realized the blade had still cut the thing's arm, a thin peel of flesh hanging off, oozing a deep red sludge.