Asra cursed, but before he could even get his hand up to try and fire off a spell, Symon shoved him back and brought the sword around in an arc that was almost too fast to see. The monstrous form howled in pain and rage as the blade caught on its hand, take a couple of fingers off and splattering thick, black blood in a spray.

Recovered now, Asra followed up with a fistful of flames thrown over Symon's shoulder at the beast, aiming to blind it and give the other man an opening to do more damage with his blade.