A group of three Lost shambled towards Catiel, one of them filled with arrows.

The leading one would have felt cold steel cleaving through it, if it could. It's upper torso dropped tot he ground, Ateznus spinning around and decapitating the second in a single stroke. He held his arm up to the third one, releasing a blast of flames, kicking it away. "Catiel, what did I tel-"

His scolding was cut short as a sharp pain came from his back. He stumbled forward, placing his handon Seth to keep from falling to the ground. "An arrow?" He asked, looking behind himself. How was that possibly? The Lost didn't use weapons....as far as he knew. "Catiel, LEAVE." he yelled, turning around.