"I'm sure you don't." Not all of his stories from his past were entertaining or things he'd ever readily share. It was safe to say that most weren't.

He recovered himself fairly quickly, still coughing but able to coordinate himself again. He sheathed one of his own blades and pushed and twisted the dagger. The creature dropped, and he yanked free the weapon. Jamming it into his belt, he drew his own much longer dagger again to continue fighting.

When it seemed they might get overrun once more, he took out the second smoke bomb. "Distance throw," he warned her. "We're going to have to sprint for it." Without further delay, he reared back and threw the pellet. It exploded and began releasing its contents. He eyed the best path to it and began to run, weaving, bashing, and slashing as he went. Once more he was no longer focused on taking them down, just getting them out of his way. He kept his eye out for Elissa, as well.