He skidded back on a boot and swore under his breath. But with a rush of recoveries and protective magic, he found himself doubly bolstered once more.

"Thanks, guys!"

Shit. There went Azusa. Somebody had to get her, but...!! He took a breath and turned his back on the group. Safest that way. Rather than call a threat to the Medusa, the sound that came from him was a booming roar, more animal than human. What did his Asterisk do best? Go Berserk.

Eyes gleaming a malicious gold, he raced forward, hands twisting the handle of the hammer toward its pointed end. If anyone could catch the license plate on that warhammer-shaped truck that was hurtling for the Medusa's primary head, that'd be just lovely.