He had no clue what Aspel was going to try before the Marlboro slammed into her, but he dashed in unleashed a brutal combo, knocking the ugly thing back so Aspel could catch her breath. He spared her a look to see she was still on her feet before he dashed back in, leading off a new combo with his leg.
A tentacle lashed out and connected with his chest, making him stagger back a step or two before he caught himself and launched himself against the Marlboro again.
They probably should have brought a mage - Merri's fire spells last time were really helpful against the damn thing, but Drake's knowledge of magic was limited to Cure and a few non-elemental attacks that he was still trying to get the hang of. "Damn you're ugly," he said as the Marlboro roared.
"Got a plan, Aspel?" he called over his shoulder. "Because I'd rather it not breathe on me." Again, he added mentally.