Roger snarled as he side-stepped the monster's attack, launching an attack of his own. His sword met with the beast's shield, clanging against it before being forced off with a strong push. The creature again tried to run him through with it's spear. Roger deflected the quick attack with a successful parry, he then landed another strike on the creature's shield; putting him face to face with the beast. Roger again snarled, and the creature responded with a more inhuman noise, which was abruptly became a gurgling sound. Roger's dagger had found it's mark and was jabbed into the creature's neck. Roger smiled from under his helmet as he drew the blade from out of the creature, black ichor covering the blade. The creature, with what little strength it had left, used all it's weight to push him over before attempting to bash in his skull with the edge of it's shield. Roger managed to block the first and second strikes with his arms, protecting his head. He felt the creature's body jerk before falling limp on top of him. As he looked around, expecting another one to be ready to strike him, Roger noticed lord Bali standing above him.

After helping Roger up, Bali spoke, "Fenris requires aid in controlling our flanks and has requested the support of the Hillklag mercenaries. Where is the rest of your troop?" Roger, who's chest was covered in black ichor, held his hand in a fist and, with the use of his thumb, slid his hand from one side of his neck to the other, to indicate that his comrades were all dead. Bali cursed before continuing, "Very well, your support would still be appreciated if you still wish." Roger picked up his dagger, flipping it around in a cocky fashion before sheathing it and giving a mock salute. Bali shook his head, "A simple 'yes' would suffice." The mercenary made an odd sound, much like a chuckle, before picking up his sword and jogging his way in the direction lord Bali indicated for him to go.