With the suppressing fire he’d been laying down, Osamu anticipated the enemy’s incoming fire to be directed at him. A part of him almost took offense to seemingly being ignored by the Orthus as it opted to attack Daimon instead. He gritted his teeth, then looked at the large knife on his belt with a grin. If this thing wanted to ignore him, he’d show it exactly why that was a bad idea.

With the Orthus slowed and seemingly focused on Daimon, Baron seized the opportunity and dropped his machine gun. Seeing his chance, thanks to Thespian and Daimon drawing it’s attention, he leapt at the beast, clinging to it’s mane as he hung from it’s side, pulling himself atop the beast before producing his kukri from his belt.

[b][center]ATTACK

ATTACK

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Again and again, Baron brought his blade down across the shadow’s back, laughing like a madman as he did. He held on to the thing as long as he could, driving blow after blow into the Orthus as he was intent to either bring it down, or get thrown across the room trying.