Barricade could be as patient as he wanted when he needed to, but now was not one of those times. Maybe if he had some control of the situation, without being forced to watch and wait.

There was more than enough strength in Barricade to keep the monster's mouth shut, and it clearly did not expect that. Food was supposed to run and scream, not retaliate. It stopped its charge, growling deep in its throat as the talons started to sink into the softer scales around its mouth. Now this was more like it, Barricade thought, and the switchover from doubt to more solid confidence in Qilby would give the Meister another nice boost of strength.

The Kishin jerked its head, intending to simply shake off the old man by tossing him against the wall. The combined strength of the Meister and the Weapon made its efforts nearly useless, as it could barely turn its head as Qilby held fast. It started pawing at the dirt again, its spine bunching up at those awful angles to try and force an escape.

"Crush it," Barricade hissed, his tone low and dangerous. Watching his enemies crumple was one of his favorite parts of combat, no argument there.