With everyone on the offensive now Libe lowered her blade just a moment to observe everyone fighting. Firstly there was Anastasia and her crew. It was obvious to Libe who among her retinue were fodder picked off the streets and who were actual warriors if some caliber. It only sickened Libe more to see how heartlessly Anastasia three said fodder into the front line while letting herself and her own circle skirt around the beast. Libe wanted to shout, to command them to fall back and let the other hunters deal with the beast. Libe couldn’t stand the idea of sending in men and women knowing that they would die, no matter how practical it’d be.

 Another who caught Libe’s eye was the brigand who called himself Maruader. From his name alone Libe figured he was a bandit who joined the guild either for fortune or amnesty, something Libe feared would happen. That the guild would be filled not with righteous hunters of beasts and defenders of the innocent, but lowly bandits and vile men who seek the guild as a means to escape justice. No doubt Marauder’s skills in battle and hunting were earned by fighting guards along the road and chasing down fleeing civilians. However that trick with the shield was… Cunning. Libe couldn’t say that was a bad idea but she didn’t particularly care for him when he got stomped on.

At this point the beast was being overwhelmed by the sheer numbers assaulting him. One of his arms went limp and his movements seem to get sluggish, though no less powerful. This was the perfect opportunity for Libe to strike. She dashed forward as the monster was about to slash at a few hunters, knocking them back before they lost their life. Libe armed her blade to slice between each talon right where the knuckles of the beast stopped. Even if this was a monster, it took the shape of a man, and Libe knew how to hurt them. How to kill them. Using the beast’s own strength Libe sliced her sword into the fishman’s fingers, dragging the blade down while letting the momentum of the monster’s attack slice itself against Libe’s reinforced blade. With the same deft motion she used to decapitated a lesser fishman, Libe sliced off three of the bigger monster’s claws, leaving him nothing but his little finger and thumb. 

One Libe finished her attack she was quick to move again even should the beast be too weak to retaliate. At this point she knew that the monster was dead, but she was making sure that she didn’t get caught in the crossfire from Anastasia's minions. Even if they failed to do much harm without their buckshot barrage, Libe wasn’t going to risk the chance of getting brained because some fool missed his mark.