Emlyn snapped back into reality when he heard Auriel's voice in such close proximity to him. That wasn't right, last he'd checked his partner was a ways away dealing with Itzamna of his own. A troubling thought passed through his mind that he'd been more unaware than he'd thought. 

He offered a hasty nod to Auriel as he climbed off of the dead monster and stood up beside his partner. "Right, yeah, distraction - I gotcha," he said. 

He took a skip of a step forward as one of the two remaining Itzamna's began their charge, and launched Mirror forward. However much to his chagrin, the chakram sailed past as the beast dipped to the side, and continued his charge while Emlyn was defenseless. He scrambled back and away from Auriel, giving his partner space to work with the remaining Grimm. His own Itzamna came in slashing, fast and deadly, but Emlyn was able to match its speed -if not barely, and sloppily. His eyes caught Mirror as it began its return trip, and in a desperate move he ducked down beneath the clamping jaws of the raptor beast, and then dove forward, rolling beneath its legs and springing up on the other side. He caught Mirror, but was afforded no opportunity to strike, as the Itzamna immediately charged him again. Instead, he turned the weapon to its shield form and took the brunt of the first slash, which, while it sent him onto his back, caused him no real harm. Still, it was not a good place to be, and he realized this quickly as the Grimm continued its assault, slashing against the shield in an attempt to snare the fleshy prey beneath. 

No this was certainly not a good place to be. He chanced a brief glance to see how his partner fared, before his attention was forced back to keeping himself alive under the attack of the beast.