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[i]Those[/i] muscles bunching were impossible to miss. He couldn't really tell Goodwitch he'd gotten the message, what with the soon-to-be-whirling maelstrom of forelegs, but he nodded a little anyway. Deinamig gave a nice big boost to his legs while he jumped back, but not quite quickly enough to get all the way out of danger; not with the size of the Manticore's legs. He boosted his arms reflexively and lashed out as one of its blows grew a little too close for comfort, and he felt Artorius strike something hard and keep going after a moment's resistance.

The next few seconds happened in something of a blur. His feet hit solid ground again, just outside the beast's reach, and Goodwitch's first strike struck home. A second later a small white object, a little smaller than his fist, landed next to him. A piece of the Manticore's claw, one of them at least,cut off right near the tip. It must have been what Artorius glanced off of. Ben scooped it up with one hand and jammed it in a pocket, firing Lawnslot's Lightning Dust rounds in the Manticore's direction while he kept backing up to keep some distance between him and the frenzied assault.

"Got it, teach, ready when you are!" He said into the radio, snapping his fingers a little to get Amy's attention. "I've got Desree here. Once it's running, and once the teams are out with the survivors, she'll get us up to the airship."

"Just say the word."