Party summon: Mag/Sabina/Flynn/Kiernan/Rhys
"Shit." While his attack didn't hit it's mark, it could easily also serve as a distraction. The FG members knew what they were doing and he wasn't going to get up close and personal, especially since it seemed intent on doing that itself.
The moment it healed, he bit back another curse. The dragoon had landed a good strike. He'd been hoping it'd stick. The thief managed to get mostly out of the way. The other guy struck attacked again and started yelling to get the creature's attention. If he wanted to take the attention, Rhys wasn't going to stand in his way. He did consider trying to take advantage of the situation. There was still a face looking at him.
He caught the sight of Mag chanting out of the corner of his eye and it clicked. Rhys followed behind Kiernan, attempting to keep the rear or...side...or whatever he could occupied as Kiernan grabbed the front. This time a knife appeared in his hand, like magic, and he threw it aiming toward one of the hands.