Flin glared at the Myti as his shards missed, and she dove into the caravan. He released the ladder immediately as his shards reached his own body. They spun around quickly, aiming the sharp tips to the opposite side, creating a barrier of sorts as they floated before him. He advanced into the caravan to aid his companions against the attacking Myti, narrowly avoiding the arrow by mere chance as it bounced against the metal wall again. 

Flin looked over his shoulder briefly to notice the arrow, yet again reminded of the fact that the sniper was still a very real threat. He tried to keep moving to help Pyra who was taken hostage, but he felt a sharp pain rush through his chest area, and he fell on his left knee. He grit his teeth in pain. He lost his focus, and the shards around him dispersed. The quick maneuver to avoid the Myti's claw just now put a lot of strain on his already cracked ribs, and the pain was taking it's toll. He began to gather up mana slowly. If he wasn't fast enough to react to the sniper, there was a good chance he'd be finished then and there.