Cecil was all about letting them get on with their battle and keep back, his main worry coming from the possibility that he might end up killing someone. Giving Ethan and Nymira the upper hand by launching them, he simultaneously kept himself out of the fight and allowed a surprise attack. He shouldn’t get into this battle, he might end up killing someone so he kept his distance for now, watching as everyone else apart from Amuné started fighting. He was built for fighting, it was very likely that he might end up killing someone and ruining their plan. He had never killed someone, at least not someone who was already dead like those creatures. It was complicated to say the least, especially when he wanted to help his friends.

That was definitely the point of hesitation. He wanted to help them so that they didn’t get hurt, but if he went too far then he could compromise everything. He was definitely on a slight edge with his inability to make a move. He would probably risk another day trying to recover his energy if he wasn’t careful, he had told Ethan explicitly that he needed a day to fully recharge. He was feeling pretty crappy for sure, but he didn’t know how to translate that into ‘best keeping out of conflicts because of known energy shortage’. It just didn’t feel fair to decide it was a good idea to go through with this plot when he really wasn’t feeling up to it and had explicitly said he wasn’t good on energy.

Gasping when Ethan called out to him he soon groaned, holding his head momentarily before giving it a quick shake. “You’re really pushing it for me today!” If that wasn’t going to be an annoyance then Ethan was going to have to try hard to make it up to him later for this. Letting out an annoyed groan he soon ran closer to the ship before crouching down, already feeling nervous about going near the water before he suddenly made a flying leap into the air, landing surprisingly lightly on the boat before he simply turned around and punched a bandit so hard in the gut that they went flying off the boat towards the shore.

Cecil definitely wasn’t happy with having to join in, he would’ve been better staying put and making sure Amuné was going to be okay. He didn’t know what animals were capable of but he didn’t think the moor cat could prevent those men from attacking her. Cecil didn’t even know what he could do other than throw punches, but the most he could do was help Ethan who was so quick to call for his help there. Making a quick dash towards him he swiped a hand around at the bandit closest to Ethan, throwing him into the side of the boat like he was dead weight. “Why did I have to get dragged into this? I told you this morning I shouldn’t be doing this stuff!”