It dawned on the male ranger that he relied heavily upon Grint's spikes and teeth. When something needed to be killed, it usually turned out that his beast had it under control. This was now a glaring weakness made all the worse every second. He was happy when Sef had stuck the snake, but just restrained himself from cheering as he saw it hadn't killed it immediately. Now a green ooze leaked from the wound around the bobbing shaft of the embedded spear, bubbling and frothing encouragingly. The snake's blood, probably.

But, his companion was weaponless and all he had was a weird arm and a long stick. As the monster slithered forward a little, raising it's scythes once more, Joachim gripped his staff in both his hands like a sword. He ran forward, raising it above his head, and swung wildly at the air. It was a suicidal attack, lacking in expertise or finesse, but it did make the snake hesitate... whether in fear or just confusion, it was difficult to say.