FAMFRIT vs. Party Five: Mag/Kiernan/Ophion
The blast of Waterja did not grant Kiernan a solid or graceful landing. He landed on his back and the gasp his reflexes had taken for air brought in water instead. When the waters receded, he was coughing and gasping and blindly feeling around for where his spear might have gone.
His eyes stung, but soon he could breathe with some regularity again, though not ideal, and Lucy's roar above their heads almost sounded frantic. Aw, she does care, after all, Kiernan thought. Then, his eyes finally caught sight of his spear, just in time to see Mag have to reset her shoulder.
He cringed at the sight of it and thought to cast Cure upon her. But, would that be a good idea? He didn't know, and it looked as though the creature was reading itself for another attack. Ophion shot out fire from his fingertips and Lucy let another attack loose from her mouth and Mag seemed to do something that he hoped would work, and he knew he had to contribute, as well.
Gritting his teeth, he gripped the spear and narrowed his eyes to see through the Mist better. Where was a good spot to drive the sharp end of this thing into? But it was difficult to see anything, and he couldn't stall for much longer. So he made a running start to help expedite the process for a Double Jump.