Rictor/Raol/Emily/Zacheus/Foxe
"I've got you," Foxe said to Emily as he batted away a flying monster that swooped low with his harpoon. The battleground was chaos and Foxe could only hope the other groups were doing better than his own. In the not-so-far-distance, he could hear the screams of the two young Holy Knights and something squirmed uncomfortably in his stomach. Rictor's arm had tobe broken in multiple places and Raol... well, they were lucky he was still breathing. Setting his jaw, Foxe made the decision that he wasn't going to let these two men die.
Had he not years of experience, Foxe might have felt panicked for all that was going on. As it was, he took a very deep breath after downing another flying beast and shouted back to Zacheus, who was slowly getting to his feet, clearly dazed from the explosion. "Zacheus! Go for it's eye," he said, gesturing with his weapon to the Tyranox. The beast had its left foot on Raol and so Foxe shouted, "The right eye. Let's see if we can get him off of our friend." He lunged at a bat that seemed intent on taking a bite out of Emily.