[ His... sword? Barnabas glances down at it for a second, even though the shape of it is more than familiar to him. ]

It is mine. Bequeathed unto me as the Dominant of Odin. Certainly there exists no man who could forge such a blade.

[ Nothing else jumps out to meet them so Barnabas continues on in the direction indicated by Himeka, about to ask her who honed her skills, only to stop abruptly at the sight of a grotesquely oversized plant lurking menacingly under an outcropping of rock. Barnabas slants her a look, one that seems to say I know exactly what you're doing here but nonetheless he advances first, sure, careful steps taking him further into the room, assessing, before closing the distance in an instance to crash into the creature sword first. It bellows, a truly inhumane sound, and Barnabas weaves easily around its flailing limbs to score another blow. ]

Do not burst this creature as well. You have been warned.