[The sight of Grell in a bloodlust frenzy makes Akiela a little edgy. She doesn't know Grell nor does she know his fighting style, two facts that make her weary of going near him. His weapon, after all, looks massively painful.
As Marco strikes away one madly flailing arm, she swings her spear up at the other, slamming the stave into where the creature's wrist should be, hoping to break bone, all in the name of allowing Grell to continue his raging attack in the name of his... clothes.
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As Marco strikes away one madly flailing arm, she swings her spear up at the other, slamming the stave into where the creature's wrist should be, hoping to break bone, all in the name of allowing Grell to continue his raging attack in the name of his... clothes.
She'll need to ask Marco later if that's normal.]