Party summon: Mag/Sabina/Flynn/Kiernan/Rhys
Kiernan hated enemies who talked, and he gritted his teeth as he tried to hop out of the way of the giant blade. He wasn't entirely successful -- the blade caught the side of his thigh and left a gash against it, but thanks to the protective spells of the mages in the room, he knew it wasn't as bad as it could have been. (He could have been amputated, as an example.)
He landed on the shaking ground -- from that young mage girl, he reckoned -- with an indelicate "Oof!" and tried to climb back to his feet, which took more effort than he was proud to admit to. Once there, he decided that, while the guardian was more focused on Mag, or the Quake, or anyone but himself, he could take the moment to throw his spear into where its heart ought to be -- if this thing even had one. Kiernan reared his arm back, readied himself, aimed, and threw.
"Damn, I hope I get that thing back," he muttered.