Maria/Ash/Cian/Ofelia/OPEN
With the new wave of enemies descending upon them, he watched as his allies fell - first the knight, then Ash shortly after. The look she shot him - so sorry, but I bet you're thrilled - about made him drop everything in favor of dragging her carcass and hightailing it out of there, so that he could pour a potion down ehr throat and shout at her for about an hour about being a fucking hero and a Faram-damned moron.
His card glowed faintly white - a final gift from the knight, it seemed - and now when they hit the soldiers they fell in one hit, paralyzed by whatever magicks now imbued his weapon. But it wasn't enough, even with Fee still standing not far from him, her breathing harsh and clearly pained, obviously on her last legs...
The crystal wasn't far, and he was no hero. But damned if he was leaving Ash, or Fee for that matter, to the mercies of these things.
He drew his second-to-last set of dice, squeezed them hard in his hands, thought fleetingly of praying the way the knight had done, but in the end, he left it all in the hands of Lady Luck, just as it should be, as he threw them out towards where Ash and the knight were lying undefended with the enemies bearing down on them. From where the dice had fallen, a wall of glimmering light rose, green and gold and spreading outward. He saw the knight raise her head, the unnatural angle of Ash's leg straighten, felt fresh energy wash over him, clearing away all the aches and pains of the fight.
He grinned, drew the last set he had, tossed them, too. Fire exploded and the undead soldiers burned or stumbled back. Luck was with him, for the moment - and they were clear. "Get up and back!" he shouted. They needed to get out of here before their luck turned.