In a rather roundabout way, the act of attempting to lure something hidden did work but not in the intended way. It was only a couple of second that he was waiting for any reaction within the murky disgusting liquid before he heard of voices. He ignored the insults since at first, he thought they might be friendly cultists of Nera, but that soon changed after the triclops taunted them and caused them to lumber after them aggressively. 

"Better sooner than later." He muttered aloud. The first battle would most likely be rough, but it wasn't a forlorn situation... yet. The party had the advantage of controlling a choke point, they're in a wide area because the room is an atrium and the enemies were going through a corridor to get to them. However a complication soon arose as the little redhead swung her whip-sword downing one enemy, but getting it stuck and drawing the attention of an enemy that was gonna get close to it. 

He yelled at the group quickly, "If you got a thrusting weapon get to the entrance and target the lantern holders! Bow guy help out! We got a chokepoint on our side, fucking use it!" He then ran to the redhead, gripping the weapon and then fully exerting himself with yanking that sucked free.  He managed to free it with enough force that it snapped back at them reverting to its base form of the sword perhaps detecting it was not her doing the motion. However such force was used that it knocked both of them to the ground and it left him winded. 

A breathy "Dammit" was all he could muster as he sat on the cool stone floor. He was already hyperventilating and that was no good. Both him and the girl needed time to recover their breath. Although that time was a luxury as he couldn't tell how things would go even with his orders. While focusing on controlling his breathing he notice that there seemed to be one less lantern light, although he wasn't quite sure as he wasn't counting them. If he did manage to smash one with the sword it would be one more thing in their favor.