The moment that Daelin spoke, the beasts immediately tensed their bodies and rushed forwards at a breakneck pace. The lengths of their bodies bent and squirmed as they darted from side to side, dodging Daelin's throw and looking to surround the injured captain. Before Flin could even get half way through his first sentence, they were upon him and Pyra, merely feet away from striking. Noru lurched forward and supported all of Neale's weight with his arms. "Move!" He shouted, pulling as quickly as he could towards the cart. He wasn't suited for combat against multiple targets in the slightest. If he tried to stop the beasts himself, it would only end in a pointless failure.

	Two of the beasts went for Flin and Pyra respectively, snapping at their legs with rows upon rows of gnashing teeth. The third tried to go for Neal's leg, to pull him away from the other knights. Marilyn froze up for a moment and retreated into the cart with one of the ramp's chains in hand. She would have been even more useless than Noru here, so she prepared to close the back of the cart as soon as her allies were on board. While she prepped herself, the dark haired medic crushed the vile of blue liquid in his hands and kept it stable near the center of his palm with a bit of arcane force. Then he slapped it against the back of Neale's exposed neck, using his magic to force it past skin and flesh as quickly as he could. It was a brand of soul magic that posed little risk and made medical procedures much quicker, especially out in the field. But Neale would still be out of commission for quite a while, even with his blood supply being restored by Noru's hand.

	Zay turned towards the scene just before the beasts charged and burst into a sprint. He was too far away to do anything immediately. If they could just hold out for a little while...