[It's enough for Jean. Pulling away from another clawing hand, he charges down the hall. The torches are in the middle and if Armin goes for that then that leaves him with taking care of the monsters chasing after him. He barrels into them–a human blockade.]
Light it, Armin! I'll take care of these freaks!
[Maybe. Again, they claw at him, one getting lucky and dragging fingers through his already opened chest wound. He barks in pain, then punches behind him. It hurts more than it should–there's no skin on his enemies to soften his blow. Only bone. Jean uses his swords for the rest, slicing one and hacking the other, occasionally glancing behind him to make sure Armin is still alright.]
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Light it, Armin! I'll take care of these freaks!
[Maybe. Again, they claw at him, one getting lucky and dragging fingers through his already opened chest wound. He barks in pain, then punches behind him. It hurts more than it should–there's no skin on his enemies to soften his blow. Only bone. Jean uses his swords for the rest, slicing one and hacking the other, occasionally glancing behind him to make sure Armin is still alright.]