And that, at least, may not take too terribly long. The unnatural frogs flow to the left around them like an angry tide, cutting with terrible efficiency through another patch of the primate-swarm. Kriv whirls to the right, glaive-blade cutting down what he can while the strange 'little cousin' goes to work behind him and the thousand mouths guard both their backs.

It is too soon since his last battle (and the battle before that) for any more arcane dramatics in this fight. Thankfully it would seem that they may not be needed.