Cian/Damia/Guy/Elvira
She said someone else, but the knight was already jumping in to attack the enemy, and anything Cian could do at this point might endanger her -- and he didn't really want that sword turned on him, at the end of the day.
But the big guy wasn't the only threat, either, even if he had to take top priority -- there were a few of the smaller ones still skittering around. His gun came back out, and he used it to shoot off another spindly limb, his expression more annoyed by the moment.
"Maybe if someone blew it up," he suggested, angling a glance at the mage; it seemed he was better equipped to handle something that apparently didn't feel pain even when it was missing legs.