It seems a waste to the horned woman's efforts to step away for even a moment she renders the giant unsteady. Though she is aware of a muddied sword only short meters away, Leifang instead takes advantage of every little opening, dealing blows to the monster's legs and waist with her elbows and sore fists.

Maybe it's the reverberation of her knuckles against armored skin catching up to her, or that stupid mark flaring up again, but for a second she thinks her left hand has actually caught on fire. Leifang can try to shake the pain away, but her hand is beginning to border on useless.

"Ugh—hold on!" she calls out to her companion.

It doesn't register to her that it's the other woman who materialized the boulder, but this time she uses the distraction to prioritize obtaining that weapon. The sword lays in the direction of the house where two other women are gathered. It might belong to one of them, but neither seem to be using it, so Leifang sprints for it, heels clicking on the stone surface beneath her. It's slightly heavier than any sword she has encountered or carried herself, not that this is a time to be picky.

It feels awkward in her hand when she rushes back into the fray, but she has to make it work. All she needs to do is maintain focus.

"Have you fought one of these before?" she asks while maintaining constant movement. She hopes this person(?) has something up her sleeve.