Leifr deeply hoped that the man was just unconscious and not slain, but now was not the time to check. Within moments, Lyrisa mishandled her weapon and struck Fiore, but Fiore was able to control his pain and parry his enemy once again and return yet another piercing thrust. Leifr's mind cheered for Fiore's graceful fighting style, but a figure flashed to his side and the glint of a cruel blade soon drew blood from Fiore's body.

“Fiore!”

Tightly gripping the reigns with his shield hand Leifr quickly snapped them and charged past Lyrisa towards the axe-wielding bandit. With his warhorse's speed he should be able to have quite a bit of force, and Leifr gladly let the cursed blade devour a bit more of his life if in return it would eat the bandit's as well. Leifr swung hard in tandem with the force of his steed's charge, the khopesh cleaving through the air at a low angle as the twisted blade ravenously lurched towards the presumed bandit leader.