Jaime managed to push himself to his feet--either he hadn't been as badly injured as he thought or the Scarab was healing him. The Scarab-voice in his head was going, Alert! Alert!, which was pretty much the Scarab's favorite word and one that Jaime was getting tired of hearing.
A blade missed his face by inches. It probably wouldn't have penetrated the armor, but it was still startling, especially since it was being wielded by some kind of crow person. He made arm blades again and managed to keep Robin from being skewered by two separate attacks.