He looed back as he seen the female go after his partner, and would whistle, the very words he needed to the veloco pack. " Go, protect her, she dies my hope dies, go." He moved in, looking at the male as it moved even pinned by the large trunks of trees, and the pit. Missing the bombs, he would set off as he threw another dagger in to trigger them, trapping its lower half.<br/><br/>His weapon would be weilded in a grace only his training could bear. His weapon looked unweildy and far to big, but he made it sing, literally as it whistled from small holes of the former eyes of the creature it was made from. The large crocodile like monster Plesioth. And soon he would let the blade go, the weapon flying into the breastbone and into its heart, buried deep, the last song the dying of its master.<br/><br/>He grabbed some of his weapons and moved, leaving the blade for now, he took out his others, and followed after her and the female.