The spectral cat, whatever it was, did not seem to be an enemy. Emboldened by this assistance Seki took a step forward, placing himself between the attackers and the prone orc even as he lashed out with his staff. He brought it sweeping down in a Z motion between them, aiming for the right one head, the left ones wrist, and then the right ones ankle. A Concussion, a disarm, a broken ankle, he aimed for all of these things.