The form of the best trembled violently to each slash of Isalisk's sword, the ground slowly being painted a deep black as the fight continued. As the flesh demon remained still, from what looked like it was regaining its strength, Aluren finally collected his blade, head still spinning as he looked across the room and toward the rather locked down Isalisk. The knight snarled, imagining that the creature was merely planning on separating them to begin with which only drove him into a form of blinding rage.<br/><br/>The knight charged, sword held firmly in both hands with it angled to be used as a spear. Without resistance, the blade pierced another feminine face before he'd twist his wrist, carving a large hole before pulling the bloodstained blade free. The beast once more bellowed in pain as the light of the face soon dwindled, leaving the room slightly darker. The blue light in each consecutive face toward the 'core' of the beast grew brighter for a moment as if the very soul of the maiden traveled into the bulbous center before it too faded.<br/><br/>Even bleeding, it wouldn't move its limbs, instead the central face weakly turned toward the dragoness, eyes widening as its light grew brighter, almost blinding had one continued to stare. It was then that the large demon began to shake, its arm growing thicker before the cave shook lightly. With a loud pop and the crumbling of thick rocks, a large portion of the soft limestone was pulled free, seemingly bound there by the flesh of the arm to act as a large bludgeon. With that, it raised its arm up slowly, the wider space of the boulder it now had was used to attempt to crush the fair maiden then and there.