Party summon: Mag/Sabina/Flynn/Kiernan/Rhys
The satisfaction that Kiernan felt from his attack landing was fleeting, and could only be fleeting; if this thing had multiple heads, it might have multiple hearts, which meant that they'd have to kill it multiple times before it was finally really dead. Of course, killing it even once would be hard enough, and Kiernan swore under his breath as he saw the healing green light mend the wound he'd inflicted.
He was preparing to Jump again when a sword caught his shoulder and exactly at one of the chipped spots -- he hadn't had the time or inclination to get it fixed up after the snowstorm attack, and he hadn't the gil to buy another one before leaving town for this adventure. He grasped where the blood gushed out, chanting a quick and sloppy Cure spell to keep the flesh together for hopefully long enough. His attacks relied on his shoulder joints to function properly, and he -- they -- couldn't afford him to be at fifty percent this early in the game.
Kiernan steeled back and quickly glanced around at his companions, gritting his teeth when he saw Mag's wound. "Fuck it all," he said, recognizing the technique Mag was chanting. He needed to keep the creature off of everyone else for as long as he could, and that meant tossing himself back into the fray, flailing swords be damned. He whistled at the creature and called, "Hey, over here!" before darting off to the side, away from the others. He was no sentinel, but he hoped it would be enough. If not, then he would at least have a good vantage point to try for another attack. Multiple heads meant multiple eyes, of course, but he hoped it didn't mean multiple consciences enough to make this tactic moot.