Bedivere, meanwhile, had been dancing around the fiend's attacks and striking whenever the opportunity presents itself. Most of his attacks were landing without him channeling any holy power from his arm, but occasionally it flared up when he believed he could strike a critical blow. If nothing else, he was doing a good job at keeping the enemy occupied.

"Good! I want to end this soon!" Not that he couldn't keep going, but he wanted it over and done with so that nobody else was in danger.