The problem with swinging a sword two-handed like it was a Louisville Slugger, as effective and impressive looking as that may be, is that it leaves your back at risk for a few moments while you recover from the follow-through. The one blob whose reflected attack had strengthened it takes the opportunity presented to make its own lunge, knocking Hellboy down from behind.

"Crap!" Hellboy exclaims. He quickly rolls onto his back, and barely gets Excalibur's point up in time to intercept the creature's attempt to capitalize on its success by stomping on him. The pain of having effectively thrown itself onto the sword causes the blob to howl and stops its attack short.

That's all the distraction Hellboy needs, allowing him to get out from under the monster and to his feet. "Well," he says, keeping the blob pinned in place with his sword, "that magic it was using seemed pretty dark to me. What's the opposite of that stuff?" He clenches his right hand into a hammer of stone, and punches the blob back off his sword and a few feet further besides.

"BOOM!"