[center][h3]Nick Waller[/h3]
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Guitar in hand, Nick nodded at Dakota's warning to not stay too close together, to avoid AoE attacks. Frankly, putting this stuff into terms he was familiar with was one of the few things tethering him to what was left of his sanity at this point. Yes, 'Don't stand close or it'll hit you all with the wings' made sense, but his instincts were geared towards video games, not actual real-life combat. Anything that could streamline the mental process was welcome. 

Separating from Dakota a bit, Nick was somewhat surprised to see him arguing with the monster in front of them. It did kind of make sense, as this thing was putting him on blast for the world to see, but at the same time, this wasn't a video game or DnD. Talking was not a free action in real life, and Nick took advantage of that. While they argued about spite, and how their friends apparently fucked them over in the past, Nick circled around the thing and carefully avoided its talon sweeping along the stage. It was, to put it in a word, absolutely terrifying to deal with. 

Dakota, on the other hand, must have been experiencing pants-shitting terror. He was barely dodging the thing's frenzied attacks, one even clipping him and knocking him down. It was as the two argued once more after that close call that Nick moved in, reaching the thing's leg just in time to hear Dakota's witty one-liner as he [i]stabbed the thing in the eye with a microphone stand.[/i] Fighting back a reflexive cringe, Nick and swung his guitar once, twice and its leg joint before noticing the obvious weak point on its chest, bleeding out some disgusting black substance. Not one to miss the chance to end a fight early, Nick shifted his grip on the guitar and swung it upwards, not unlike one would a golf club, directly into that spot on its chest. 

While Dakota pulled his own weapon out of the thing's skull, Nick was backing away from its tantrum, though not quickly enough. Barely managing to lift the guitar in time as a makeshift shield, Nick was flung backwards by a swinging wing, and though he wasn't seriously harmed thanks to only having been clipped by a section of the wing while it focused on Dakota, Nick's guitar was broken at the neck. 

Standing up with a groan, Nick paled when he saw Dakota being slowly but surely cornered by the thing. Vincent's arrival during the Gryffon's freakout was fortuitous, but his lasso plan wouldn't go very far without a way to get that thing back towards the stage. Unsure of what to do, Nick ran over to Vincent and looked at the jury-rigged pulley-lasso-thing he'd made. "Need a hand?" He offered, admittedly lamely. He wouldn't admit it out loud, but he wasn't quite ready to just go and start throwing hands at the thing. That would probably just get him killed anyway.