Finn also took advantage of their numbers and focused on battling with one monster at a time without assistance.
He asked them not to interfere unless he got seriously injured, and he said it'd be fine if they focused on their own fights.
A portion of the monster mobs were already toughened level by this time, and they were busy protecting themselves.
Still, they couldn't help but gape sometimes, especially when there were no monsters near them anymore.
Finn… was quite nice to watch.
There was not much of the brute power and strength that they were used to, especially considering the weapon he was using, but his movements were filled with accuracy, dexterity, and even grace.
In a sense, it was a bit reminiscent of the movements he had with his knives in the kitchen.
They watched as an arc of fire appeared when Finn swung his halberd, hitting the monster smack to the face. The flame dissipated a bit, spreading at the point of contact and exacerbating the damage.
ROAR!
