"Yeah, bad breathe and all." Khalis remarked in agreement. Releasing his scythe in a puff of dust and waited for the opponents to attack, and sure enough they did, although most at his new companion. With a small spin, Khalis used the inertia from the spin and brought his scythe down with great force, splitting one of their heads in two as in crumpled the ground. "Surely you can handle the other two?" He said, turning to see that one of them was coming towards him from behind. Khalis jumped in the direction of where his scythe was lodged, causing the scythe to spin back with the blade up, albeit barely off the ground. Once the Beowolf got within range, it lunged at him, but all he had to do was kick the scythe handle down into the ground, the bladed side erupting up and out of the ground, lodging itself into the Grimm's stomach. It was still alive, and clawing its way to Khalis uselessly, who retracted slightly with an indifferent expression. "On second thought, they're not very strong at all." He had ignored the other Beowolf however, and it wasted no time in pummeling Khalis, sending him off in the distance out of Perry's sight.