[As much as the swordsman tries to narrow his focus as he usually does, having his attention split so many ways is a challenge even for him—and when a monster breaks through in an unexpected direction, he's practically forced to turn away from an approaching ncotaere to deal with the one Cid has just blasted away from himself. As the Reaper blocks a swing from the largest of the attackers, a single thrust of Barok's sword to skewer it is enough to cripple the newest threat, but the effort leaves his back to the others.
Well. He's going to feel that scrape of claws up to his shoulder for a while, but it's not yet the worst of injuries he's ever had.]
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Well. He's going to feel that scrape of claws up to his shoulder for a while, but it's not yet the worst of injuries he's ever had.]