When Finn took the hit, Aesir whipped around, taking a knife from their belt and hitting the gnoll who'd attacked Finn square in the chest. They did all they could to protect the healer, switching from ranged to the sword.
"I've got you," Aesir promised, holding up a protective stance behind Finn as they locked in combat with the offending gnoll.
Castor was about to take a heavy blow when the ward broke. He did his best to dodge out of the way, but the gnoll's axe dug deep into the exposed part of his sword arm. Castor bit back a cry of pain and kept fighting. He stood back, panting heavily, and he held up his little shield to repel any further damage. Castor swung back and thrust through a gap in the gnoll's armor, felling the monster.
Castor swept his surroundings to see what else he needed to do, clutching at his badly injured arm.
Aesir was fighting for moments, but he was never the best at close combat. They were quite literally fighting for their life and for Finn's as well. They yelped softly as they blocked each blow. Aesir never came to harm, but it was rattling. They needed help.
"Finn-" Aesir gasped, narrowly dodging a blow that would have sliced open their neck.