"Don't attack his nerves! He is growing stronger through the pain!"
Griar shouted what he knew to the other two, causing the undead to turn his attention toward him in particular–Probably surprised that his abilities had been figured out so quickly… The living could swear that he caught a glimpse of a glowing, yellow eye hiding amidst the darkness within the helm.
The three livings coordinated without needing to exchange any words, quickly surrounding the undead from different directions, but the Pseudo grew more erratic, manifesting an absurd amount of nerves, whipping them all around himself as they emerged from all over his body.
They attacked, but more importantly, their presence served as a shield–Unless they wanted to risk empowering him, they couldn't slash through them, and were instead forced to run around as more nerves surged from the ground below.
"Griar. That blue circle art of yours. I would like you to use it against this guy"
