[While Balthus is typically the first to say he doesn't need anything but his own fists, he's definitely not going to turn down some help! Especially with this Noctaere intent on keeping its distance— he flashes Ori a thumbs-up and dives to grab the spear she'd kicked towards him, pushing himself back to his feet and taking aim.]
Perfect! Let's ground that bird!
[He throws it with the practiced ease of someone who's spent plenty of time throwing javelins around in training, aiming for one of the Noctaere's wings— it pierces through and causes the creature to shriek as it recoils, one side sagging downwards while it hangs mid-air, but that doesn't stop it from raising its bow and letting loose another arrow, this time directly at Ori.]
Shit, look out—!
[He quickly moves to put himself between her and the attack, but whether or not he's fast enough remains to be seen, even as he raises an arm to try and knock the incoming projectile aside.]
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Perfect! Let's ground that bird!
[He throws it with the practiced ease of someone who's spent plenty of time throwing javelins around in training, aiming for one of the Noctaere's wings— it pierces through and causes the creature to shriek as it recoils, one side sagging downwards while it hangs mid-air, but that doesn't stop it from raising its bow and letting loose another arrow, this time directly at Ori.]
Shit, look out—!
[He quickly moves to put himself between her and the attack, but whether or not he's fast enough remains to be seen, even as he raises an arm to try and knock the incoming projectile aside.]