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The sheer force from the monster's claw had sent Pagonia from his feet, flying through the air. Eyes closed to world around him, Pagonia could only feel the pain from being slammed into the thick tree behind him. Pain shot through his body, his back would be purple for days and his chest would definitely be a source of pain. Pagonia was still wide awake despite what just happened, most notably trying to figure out what his next move would be. His eyes slid open just enough to see Etoile's glare and his brother going all out in his stead. It was probably a bad idea to attack the way he did but, at the time it was a solid plan. The monster's mutation surprised him, catching him off guard. Next time that won't be the case. Until then he felt someone drag his body, noticing that it was Clara. 

"Welp that was fun." Pagonia weakly spoke. 

About forty seconds passed before Pagonia felt he was ready to get back on his feet, despite any objections from Clara. He escaped from her defense and hastily took a stand. His hand rubbed across the armor, feeling the huge dent in the breastplate from the monster. Luckily the breastplate took the brunt of the attack, leaving only a bruise on his chest and possibly a broken rub or two. Right now he didn't care about any of that. He reached up to grab at a strap that helped keep the armor attached to him before pulling it and releasing the breastplate from his body. With a loud thud, it slammed into the earth, and Pagonia felt a wait lifted off his shoulders....literally. 

"HEY GUYS! GIVE ME AN OPENING! I GOT A BETTER IDEA!" Pagonia yelled out to his newfound comrades, ice coalescing around the blade of his sword, which he still held tighter than a mother with her newborn, "Clara, can you make makeshift steps for me? I need some....height for this to work."