Morito had plucked several of the giant spikes from the shattered forest as he moved through it, taking them for potential improvised weapons given their obvious lethality. He had purposefully left his trail a little easy to follow in case he eventually needed rescuing, but at the moment his attention was on the strange hybrid of dragon and jungle cat feeding before him. A wide grin split his face, though it was really more of a pre-emptive baring of fangs at the prospect of combat, and he hefted a severed tail-spike in each hand, adjusting and checking the balance in his grip.

As he threw both spikes toward the beast's membranous wings, he noticed the odd flying girls pull suddenly overhead and begin charging up for a ranged attack. Frowning, he kept moving as quickly yet stealthily as he could through the undergrowth even as he let the spikes fly, with the hope that neither the dragon nor his apparent audience would be able to pick him out, and that he could get out of the way of whatever probably-explosion-based thing the two girls would unleash. It always seemed to go this way, strange girls charging in when he was perfectly capable of handling himself...

'Freakin' magical brats, flying up there with no sense of cover at all and charging up their easily telegraphed mahou-shojou-peace-love attacks in the middle of a battlefield. If they get themselves eaten or blow up my fight before it starts or startle the thing or something it's their own damn fault. Figures that any time I try and contribute, some little girl gets in the way and does half the job for me..."

As he grumbled he readied more spikes and the two flying girls shot some fairly heavy seeming ordinance, though he didn't even break his self-pitying commentary during what would for most people be an alarming battle. He doubted things would be as easily resolved as a single attack from any of them anyways. Things could never be that easy during a real fight.