Apparently, hoping for Emlyn to be faring well in the fight was a bit too much to ask for. He couldn't blame the guy, since he'd been bowled over and nearly killed himself. His eyes still moving between each target, Auriel decided to heed his partner's advice, and turned and ran. Hard. "RUUUUUUUUUNN!!!!!" Pushing his body, Auriel turned his head for a moment, swiping behind him with his sword. He had no machinations of actually hurting his pursuers, but he hoped that the swing itself and the drilling motion of his sword would be enough to keep the Itzamna at a safe distance for now. A feral screech from behind chilled his bones, but the leather-clad swordsman kept running. 

The terrain was still a bit uneven, and there weren't many places they could conceivably go to for shelter. Groaning, Auriel decided that his best bet was to keep moving until he found something he could use to his advantage. He couldn't tell how close the Grimm on his heels were, so he put as much power into his legs as he could, desperately running as hard as he could. He didn't even check on Emlyn, he was so focused on surviving. But as he reached a descending slope on the mountain, Auriel knew he couldn't keep going. Giving these things the high ground for even a moment meant certain death. 

"Emlyn, we don't have a choice! If we go down, they'll tear us to shreds! We've gotta fight them here!" Looking back to the Itzamna, Auriel groaned. They'd taken down two, and five were still left standing. Taking a deep breath, Auriel stepped forward, screaming as he charged at the closest Grimm, Blinking behind them all and appearing in front of the one at the back. The monster took a step back in shock, but it was too late. Spinning blade caught the raptor-like creature between its arms, tearing through flesh, muscle and bone like tissue.

Yanking his sword back and turning to face the other four, Auriel called to his partner. "I hope you're good at fighting to survive!" He couldn't imagine Emlyn being a poor fighter in a one-on-one scenario, but outnumbered two to one was a different battle entirely. Now, it was about not getting hit and waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike.