Forchun's blade struck home, penetrating the flesh of the beast deeply.  He twirled the blade around as he yanked it out, the creature's vital red fluid firing out of its neck like a geyser.  It twisted and writhed on the ground, randomly spraying torrents of its blood into the air, unleashing gusts of wind in different directions.  Forchun stood between the monster and the woman, creating a magical barrier in the form of a dome, shielding them from the dying animal's convulsions until it underwent its final demise.  The beast struck his shield of sorcery so hard that Forchun was knocked back into the charge he was protecting.<br/><br/>He stood up and released the spell, then turned to the woman and kneeled by her.  "You are grievously wounded, miss.  Allow me to treat your injury before you lose consciousness."  He kneeled beside her after sheathing his weapon.