Well, an ax did out-weighed a knife when it came to battling things like that. Yoon-sung moved enough to let Frederick slip past him and winced at the sound of the gunshot. It brought back a half-formed memory of pretending at how the noise scared him when he knew how good he was with them.

"You've got lousy aim," he said lightly. "Try not to hit me; I don't need another bullet wound."

He went low for the second beast, expecting the snake head to come after him first but the second shot hit, making it jerk back. That left the goat and lion heads and claws. This wasn't going to be easy, but luckily he knew how they attacked fairly well. Monsters had been part of his tasks in world building after all.

Dodge around a swiping claw, spin around to the side, flip the knife around to stab it along the flank, feel the fur and scales part - good, no heavy armaments there - roll away as the injured snake's head tries to snap at him, regain his feet and shrug off his bag and jam it into the lion's snapping mouth. It reared up, choking.

"Aim for the goat's head, don't worry about the snake!"