Oh god, oh god this has gone terribly wrong. He tried his best to avoid hits coming from the undead, sweeping around, ducking, juking, dodging, but alas! A blow had managed to pierce him! He's on the bleed! He's...

Still alive. Huh.

The wight and Richard exchanged blank looks for a second, as if they were two of three people standing in an elevator when someone farted. All of a sudden a giant monster just appears from a rift into the void like it owns the place. Oh, how nice, thought Richard, someone summoned that thing to start chewing through the undead.

And then he caught that same hungry stare that Belphegor was giving the rest of the crew and thought that it would be most prudent to back off and be not in the path of that thing. He gave the armored figure a shove and scrambled backward, collecting his thoughts while engaging in what the Dragoon school said was called a [Spirit Charge].

"Right, uh. I don't think that piercing weapons and spears are going to be particularly useful against these things. I have an alternative, but..." He tosses the spear back onto his back and cracks his knuckles. "... I might need to switch to more familiar means."