On instinct, the Fool throws up his arms to shield his head and shrinks back from the monster as it lunges, but he hasn't completely obscured the fight--if one could call it that--from view. He watches the blood lance form, watches Klaus hurl it like a spear, and sees the creature hit the ground, blood oozing from both entry and exit wounds.

For a few weighted moments, the Fool remains stock still. Then, slowly lowering his hands, he looks in trepidation to the dead monster, to the one who'd slain it.

"...I suppose I needn't ask whether it's really dead," he begins cautiously.