A Devilish Angel
"Erika! Heal me for god sake!" Blocking the last attack his shield could withstand, Amedith screamed to the priestess at the top of his lungs. Bruised up from the echoing horror's assault, his eyes wandered all over trying to figure out where the damned thing suddenly went.
Suddenly getting a half-eaten apple thrown at him from a branch, however, his concentration was thrashed.
"She's busy dumbass, the horror's playing tricks on your head!" Casually warning Amedith from atop a tree branch, Helga summoned a throwing knife and threw it in his direction. Its blade lightly grazed the hero's cheeks and then stabbed through the head of the shade emerging from his own feet.
"SHIT!" Jumping away the moment he sensed the monsters, Amedith quickly got away, and in the meantime with the spectre-like horror trying to remove the special blade, Raven readied his attacks as well.