Even Faelan could tell that the acid had hurt Shula, he could hear the hissing of the acid on her scales from here. It seemed to disorient her, and unfortunately, he knew he was going to have to step in. It's attention seemed to be on her though, which was good. With a weak sprint, he hauled himself towards the creature. Gripping his blade as well as he could, he stopped abruptly, swinging the blade like a massive club. It managed to hit the beast, hard. It cut through a few legs before digging into the flesh of the beast. The black blood of the thing seeped onto his sword, and he couldn't pull it out.<br/><br/>The demon seemed to know that though, twisting the blade out of his hands, leaving him weaponless. "Shit," he yelled to himself as the hilt was ripped from his hands, throwing him off balance, more than his drunk body could already handle. He toppled over fairly roughly, landing with a sick crunch onto the ground. A quick roll kept him from getting stomped on and out of the beast's immediate range, but his head pulsed with pain.