Aspel/Rictor/Seloria/Open!
It was hard to parse identities in this chaos, moving through the shifting ebb and flow of combat (though it was familiar; it was a language he read like breathing). Upon noticing the wave from the stranger, Rictor threw a flippant salute back in return — thank you, he might have mouthed, but his attention was immediately drawn back to the battle.
They were focused on his little sister. He'd have to take his chance now.
He could hear nearby gunshots ringing through the sound of the storm and one of the crabs fell beneath Aspel's fire, while Rictor handily ran another through with his sword, then stepped onto its carapace and leapt forward, onwards the next one with a hitch of his breath — then another down, only to be faced with a wall of clacking pincers. There were so very fucking many of them and he couldn't dodge the next slash and instead he felt his flesh ripping open, and a snarl of pain escaped his mouth before he could bite it back. Then there was a break in the movement around him, a temporary lull as the monsters scuttled back, and he limped over towards his sisters. Both of them.
"Fancy seeing you all here," he managed to say, grinning despite himself.