Monika was following quietly, giving a look at the sword. She had to wonder if that was one of those he'd used in the poem. While on the one hand it would be amazing to see a battle like in the writings with the weapons he'd once wielded... Hopefully not. If memory served her well, his swords had a tendency to break or fail at the worst possible moments, just to make the hero's task harder. Plot devices before the term had even been coined.

And then there was Kotarou. She'd been worried like heck if she'd not seen him turn into a cold-blooded killing machine a couple months back and punching wolves with his bare hands. He'd probably be fine... Given the monster couldn't mimic a catgirl's appearance to trick him or something ludicrous like that. Ironically, the sentient AI who had escaped from a romance VN was probably the most "normal" person here.

Still, she was ready. Holding her pen-staff firmly with both hands, she nodded when Beowulf looked back. She'd mostly play the support, keeping the monster from moving too much with her kinetic magic and casting the variety of spells she had stored in the staff.