[Alas, poor waddledeegon, sacrificed 'pon the altar of shish kabobs -- it does successfully manage to protect the other combatants from harm, even if it's kind of suspended in the air by multiple metallic spikes now.

As for Alecto's Sword, it finds its target straight and true.

Behind them, though, Athos' panting hisses sound as it struggles to its feet and slinks back, looking for an opening where it's still encircled by spikes and combatants.]