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[color=ff0000]HP 1873/2160[/color] [color=00ff00]SP 2133/2370[/color] [color=0000ff]MP 60/160 (3060)[/color][/sub][/center][hr]
Leif gritted his teeth at the change of temperature, clicking his tongue at how much mana he had wasted. That ice shield would be really nifty right now. Well, no use mulling over spilled MP. There were more pressing matters to deal with, anyway, like those spears flying for him! Leif quickly changed the trajectory of Arion, spinning his spear rapidly to deflect the brunt of the blows. Still, he took a small chunk of damage from that exchange, spearheads piercing and cutting through his skin as he growled in anger.

"[color=f7941d]Raime, deal with the bard! Looks like Mags is dealing with that asshole up top![/color]" Leif commanded, whistling for his wolves to rally onto him. While they're currently defanged with their current setup, their damage bonus will be a boon in the long run. They'll also serve as a pretty good distraction as he directs them to circle around the summoned robot.

"[color=f7941d]Hope you can summon something a bit spookier, Amulak! Or blow up what you currently have![/color]" Leif growled as he rode for Ames. Leaping off of Arion, the Shaman quickly cast his net out to his stunned ally, expecting no resistance as he pulled her just out of the Samurai's stab. He would release the grapple just as quickly as he made it, landing onto the ground in a roll before finding his footing in a cocked position, one of his arms to the ground as he held his spear behind him as if preparing for a leap.

"[color=f7941d]We're a man down, aren't we... Arion! Go and grab Klein and bring him into the fight![/color]" Leif shouted at his bike as it rode off before he eyed the Samurai warily, waiting for her next attack.