When Vianna, now his favorite woman in the world at the moment, smashed into the creature he curried away as fast as his bruised limbs would allow.  He got away quickly and watched to see what it would do next.  It looked at him, it looked at her,  then it looked like it was going to try and get away.<br/>"O no you don't."  After all the crap he had gone through to get this thing he wasn't going to let it get away as long as he could move.  He ran, circling round the monster and scooping up his zwihander.  He stumbled and almost dropped it.  Besides the pain he was wounded and that arm just wasn't up to it.  He shifted to the other and rushed forward.  He charged straight at the creature and used his body as a battery to ram the sword through one of her wings.  Though he felt like he had just broken his sternum to do it.  Now he was in a bad positioned.  If he pulled the sword out it would get way which meant he was unarmed and standing next to an even more ticked off monster than before.  He turned and started to run.  Praying to his gods that Vianna would do something quick.  If she didn't then at least he died fighting.