[But the leap gets preepmted by a little, brightly clad figure with a katana in one hand and a small, wing-shaped (but very, very sharp) blade in the other that falls upon the beasts and starts tearing into them, fast, skilled, savage. Considering his small size, his attack is surprisingly forceful - and, by now, he's gotten good at finding their weak spots. And just about every living thing has a weak spot.

In the end, the small blade cuts close to the equivalent of the jugular of one of the llothi (still unhurt, and fast), and the boy takes a flying leap and a roll, sword coming down to sever its mate's head.

And he lands in a crouch, looking up to see if he can catch sight of the blonde, the green of his mask OR the green of his hair almost indistinguishable under the blood and gore.]

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