From the corner of her eye she watched Piero duel with the Piscodaemon, explaining and exposing the pattern of their attacks. His strike found flesh and another fell. By now the archer, Imos, was supporting them, peppering the the mobs from afar. An arrow softened one up, and she waited, watching the pattern Piero outlined.<br/><br/><i>Feint</i><br/><br/>Tentacles writhed to the left, but Lydalia just gripped her shield, not taking the bluff.<br/><br/><i>Attack</i><br/><br/>From the right tentacles lashed her, but she was expecting them, this time. Her shield intercepted them,  slick flesh thudding against the reinforced iron.<br/><br/><i>Recoil</i><br/><br/>As the tentacles retracted she saw her opening. Pushing her shield and it’s appendages to one side, she swung her sword from the other direction. Its head flew from its body and landed it in swamp, its body following a moment later. There was no time to dodge.<br/><br/>Damon joined in the conflict now, and with the four of them focusing their strength on the monsters, they made short work of the creatures.<br/><br/>“Are we all here? Alive?” Lydalia asked, taking note of her companions. It appeared that the common girl found safety, with her moogle, Lydalia figured. If she had even seen it right, anyways. “With the sun setting, it should be safer to set up camp here for the evening. I volunteer for the first watch.”