He's beginning to tire. With only the strength of his arm to defend Felih from the onslaught, he is fast reaching the limits of this mortal body. So as soon as Felih calls out the location of the core, he immediately switches his attention to it.

Another application of the saliva along his weapon's blade as he runs towards the spot. He's barely thinking at this point, moving purely on instinct as he carves his way into the centre. One wrong step could mean death. Just like on the battlefield. Unlike then, he only protects one other this time.

He leaps over an attempt by a vine to snare him and drives his blade home into the core. And just like that...the fight is over.