Zaino had isolated himself from the group immediately at the start of the battle, and he was faring more than well on his own.

Forcing the swordsman into submission and slamming through their guard, he pressed the blade down through the center of his opponent's face and was unfazed by the noise accompanied by the blood splattering across his face as he retracted to face the other enemies. His spine bent back as another loose arrow flew past his nose, digging the end of his sword deep into the sand. He turned it so that the flat side faced his opponents, joining his two hands at the hilt and closing his eyes as he used the momentum of lunging forward to bring the sword upward, creating a shroud of sand that blinded those before him.

Zaino stepped once and allowed it to propel him forward as he kept the sword high above his head, leaping through the dissipating veil as he shifted the sword to the left and struck the first blinded axeman, slicing through the man's hand and disemboweling the poor fellow. He did not relent as he proceeded to attack the next person, a mage, with some form of mercy. He wasted no time on the man and in one arm motion, the head of its owner's body rolled along the bloodied desert ground. Just as he went to finish off another swordsman, he stopped in his tracks momentarily as the pain in his head resumed at its full force, urging himself that he was in the middle of a battle.

After his show of speed, one of the many arrows had finally pinned Zaino through the shoulderblade, having entered from his back and the tip soaked in red peering out of his body. This was enough to numb the headache as he sheathed his own sword and bent over to pick up another blade from one of the dead opponents.