Noah had no time to worry over Larsa's modesty or his instinctual need to protect others. He could only watch the confusion that rippled through the swarm, his eyes flitting away from another newcomer into the fray and instead watching the metallic shine of the rapier in the lamplight. The knight, running on instinct, relayed his thanks through the other child's, figuring it better to dump Larsa away from the herd uncermoniously. He uttered "Stay back," to the boy, hoping he would actually listen, and scooped up the sword from Honey's feet.

This close, it was easy enough to see the scales that ran along their tiny bodies, Larsa's comment seeming true enough. He attempted to take advantage of the dragon-insects' confusion, and speared the rapier through the swarm, hoping, in line with Honey, that the predators would be more interested in the wounded than the whole.

A large beast would have been child's play, but to have so many at once - even if they moved as one - would be distracting with the concern of the unarmed patients in the hall.