Thingol's speed and movement was something to behold. The Medicine Seller had only managed such feats when he was able to release the sword.

He directed the talismans, sometimes with subtle gestures, others more forceful. The pride demon was burning through them faster than the Medicine Seller could replace them, the little papers disintegrating with each forceful blow. On the other hand, the creature had to focus almost exclusively on the barriers that the Medicine Seller used to restrict its movements to the detriment of being vulnerable to Thingol's attacks. Every time it tried a proper retaliation, it found itself more forcefully blocked.

To the Medicine Seller's relief, the blade was able to cut the brute. At that rate, they may actually have had a chance.