Ikina's attack hit the swordsman in the shoulder, throwing off his swing, denting into his armor, leaving his next swing to absolute miss. Doruk, burned by the swords flames, didn't let up on his attacks - a fair fight was not something he cared about - his experience as an adventurer hadn't rewarded chivalric fighting. He swung his axe into the swordsman and with another cut, he swung again. This time, the swordsman was forced into total defense - the flames kept falling from the sword, onto the floor, onto tables and chairs - a bit of fire even fell onto Ikina, but that little bit of fire did nothing but singe her clothing. The blood of fiends that ran through her veins protected her from such small fire.

Gardad continued his furious slaughter of the slime demons, leaving flecks of acidic demon parts all over the place.

Between the two of them, each striking at their foe, Ikina and Doruk cut the swordsman - and soon enough, he fell to his knees, his injuries getting the better of him. Without giving the man a chance to surrender or recover, Doruk drove his axe into the man's skull, killing him.