As soon as the gate was open things seemed to set in motion rapidly.
He readied himself to follow close behind
Aurra Brylee .
"Yes ma'am!" Nuir chirped back quickly. He didn't need to be told twice. He preferred to be in arms reach anyway since he doubted there would be convenient lull.
Nuir kept a close eye on the creatures that spilled forth but an even closer eye on their allies.
He watched
Aurra's flung knife go awry with a tight frown. Well so much for that.
At a glance he watched the tall one,
Afanas elegantly evade an onslaught and dispatch one of the creatures.
Just when it looked like the swordsman might be quite capable of handling the beasts all on his own,
One of the creatures managed to get a big chomp. First blood on the battlefield. Luckily, it seemed that the creature hadn't bitten into anything instantly crippling. Or perhaps their hearty friend was just very pain resistant.
The small figure wavered between staying behind Aurra and closing the distance between himself and the swordsman. Even if he ducked over there now he would have to wait for the man to remove beast currently teething on him. It would also put himself in harms way. Or more importantly in the man's way as he dispatched the creatures. He'd have to wait for a more opportune moment.
He had to make contact to heal. If they didn't manage an exit soon he might have to play a risky game of touch tag.
He heard Aurra swear just as he turned his focus away from the swordsman back to their own struggle. In a split second he understood the reason for her distress. She managed to dodge the tail as it whooshed by. Nuir having about zero survival instinct was too late to follow her example. It lodged in his side.
He let out a soft grunt as the momentum swiftly swung him into the sand of the arena.
However ,his own pain he found much less distracting. He latched onto the tail and stabbed at it as few times until his dagger found purchase between the plate like scales. He hoped the creature thrashing about in pain would buy Aurra some time to do more meaningful damage.
He held it there for a short moment. The creature stabbing him, him stabbing the creature. It was thrashing discordantly but he knew it was only a matter of time before it rounded on the both of them. He grit his teeth and pried the dagger through with effort. Gruesomely snapping the bone and severing the knife like tip from the rest of the tail. It's blood spattering into the sand alongside his own.
He took a sharp inhale it was a lot of blood. It was his own folly. He should have been paying better attention. His eyes glanced at the wound, bright red spreading across the now torn white robe. He grimaced as he clambered to his knees. In the short term he needed to avoid another hit and to find a moment to heal himself.
He held the tail-knife out to Aurra with a strained smile.
"Perhaps another go?"
Nuir hoped their hunter friend was fairing better but he had learned his lesson so his gaze did not search for her. He would need to focus on staying out of claw and tooth range for now.
Carling d'Argent
(permission was given for Aurra's movements here.)