[i]Whump.[/i] A massive force impacted Kaird's midsection, causing him to stagger backward. He performed a cursory check - no detached ribs, at least that he could feel through his armor, nothing terribly out of place. Just a lack of air in his lungs, and he knew that would come back. He gulped down huge mouthfuls of air as he straightened himself up, still reeling from the invisible punch to his gut. 

He could fret about his trunk later. Right now, there were other, far more pressing matters to concern himself with. Kaird watched in a half-fascinated, half-horrified state as the latecomer slashed her way towards him. Sure, his 'allies' were nothing special - he could've cut through them with much the same speed had it been necessary - but there was something unnerving about the fury with which she strove for him.

He must've hit a nerve with his firebomb. Many had that reaction, seeing their comrades consumed by the primal fury of burning oil.

Good. That would make this all the more satisfying. 

Kaird ducked under the first wild swing, whipping his left arm around to catch the second on the thick leather of his gauntlet. He took a split second to admire the blades. He'd never seen anything quite like their broad heads or strange curves, almost like reverse scimitars. That strange shape was probably what had saved his hand from amputation. As it was, the force of its 'neck' impacting his gauntlet and skimming away resonated through his arm. He felt his fingers grow numb, and a hot, biting pain crept up his forearm. He felt a grin split his lips. He hadn't had a fight like this since the last time he met a Paladin. 

Sliding the Lucerne down in his grip, he took a heavy overhand swing at the redhead. Her friends had met the fire, now she would meet the steel.

[@IcePezz]