[In some ways, this is easier as he goes; it isn't difficult to work out where his strikes are going to do more damage than others, how to hold the damn sword so the act of landing hits isn't a complete clusterfuck, how not to hesitate because really, they're only monsters, it isn't as though he needs to hold them against his conscience any.
But there's also the fact that he's not really cut out for this - because again, he's a skinny-ass lawyer from the DA's office, he doesn't fight and isn't built for long periods of exertion, and honestly he's acutely aware that if Rossiu weren't wearing these things down with fire there's literally no way he'd be able to handle this on his own. He eventually takes to the general habit of violently kicking them over once they're disoriented and trying not to get his clothes set on fire in the process, then bringing the sword up and letting gravity do the rest; it's easier on him than a straight repetitive stabbing motion, though as Rossiu's noted, it still takes more hits than is particularly comfortable to watch.
Eventually, though, the tunnel is, uh, charred, and there's more blood on Cumore's clothes than he'd really like there to be and that's disgusting, but at least the chimeras are down; he can't immediately hear any more, and as such he's going to take that as his cue to just...press his back up against some of those mirrors and let himself sink slowly to the floor, letting the sword drop haphazardly next to him - he can still grab it if he needs to, but god help him, he'd better not need to for the next several minutes.
He's breathing pretty hard, and for now he's content to just...stay there; he'll glance over to check on Rossiu, though - you okay over there, dude, or.]
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But there's also the fact that he's not really cut out for this - because again, he's a skinny-ass lawyer from the DA's office, he doesn't fight and isn't built for long periods of exertion, and honestly he's acutely aware that if Rossiu weren't wearing these things down with fire there's literally no way he'd be able to handle this on his own. He eventually takes to the general habit of violently kicking them over once they're disoriented and trying not to get his clothes set on fire in the process, then bringing the sword up and letting gravity do the rest; it's easier on him than a straight repetitive stabbing motion, though as Rossiu's noted, it still takes more hits than is particularly comfortable to watch.
Eventually, though, the tunnel is, uh, charred, and there's more blood on Cumore's clothes than he'd really like there to be and that's disgusting, but at least the chimeras are down; he can't immediately hear any more, and as such he's going to take that as his cue to just...press his back up against some of those mirrors and let himself sink slowly to the floor, letting the sword drop haphazardly next to him - he can still grab it if he needs to, but god help him, he'd better not need to for the next several minutes.
He's breathing pretty hard, and for now he's content to just...stay there; he'll glance over to check on Rossiu, though - you okay over there, dude, or.]