Forced to center his focus back upon the tangible, Renault looked but did not see; his empty, unaware gaze meeting the Goliath's own. Or rather, from his height, her torso. Barely able to croak out a bewildered "Wh--" in response to her, Vah'lux's expression changed, her features twisting into a scowl not unlike that of an aggressive animal.
Immediately beset by rodent-like monstrosities as large as a mangy stray hound, Renault took a swift step back to avoid the two leaping at him, reaching for his shield beside him as he did so. But in his distraction, another rat struck from behind: foul-toothed fangs clamping around his shin, sending sharp, searing pain up his body. With a lone cry at the sudden attack, Renault lost his footing for a moment, forced to shift weight onto his uninjured leg.
Drawing his sword in one sweeping motion, Renault twisted his upper body to get as good a view as he could on the savage creature, swinging at it with all the grace of a butcher armed with meat cleaver. His inefficacy wasn't due to any fault of his own; even seven years out-of-practice, life spent training with a sword kept Renault a capable duelist - particularly when his opponent lacked hands to wield a sword. But his assailant knew where to strike on larger, bipedal foes, affecting his ability to properly fight on level field.
Though focused on his current predicament, Renault could hear his fellows engaged in battles of their own, and knew more than one had their eyes set on him as prey. He could only hope that they were easily-dispatched, lest he get overwhelmed by sheer numbers.