Felih can't help but chuckle. "Not the fighting sort, darling?" he teases, eyeing the rather weak way Bruno is holding the sword in his hands. "Stand back, dear, my fighting style is quite... mobile."

With that, he's off. While he lacks offensive magics in this realm, he still has his good old-fashioned chakrams, dancing in swift and strong steps as he sends the whirling blades slicing and slashing at the giant rice-and-fish beast.

"If it makes you feel better-" Felih calls out as he dances, "It is merely a being of steamed rice and raw fish! Aside from perhaps knocking you over, I doubt it could do any real harm!" Still, he wouldn't blame Bruno for not wanting to risk being knocked around either, especially with all this snow.