Lucyal
In any other situation, the horse boil's answer of "It'd be an honor and a pleasure," would have been accompanied with a bow. But as the others had already begun to obey orders, Petro didn't want to keep Hel waiting, nor did he want Nuk and Altair to think he was slacking. He quickly jogged up to the crate of bruteballs, scooping one up and getting his wrist bit in the process, embarrassingly not by the one he'd gotten. He snarled, dropping the first one to snatch at the second ball that was clamped around his wrist.
"Hel!" He called, suddenly running to put distance between himself and the reaper ghoul, "Think fast!" His arm pulled back and hurled the ball towards the ghoul. Almost immediately he raised both hands in front of him, as if prepared to catch as soon as Hel had thrown the ball she was currently holding.
And yes, Tro was ignoring the bleeding on his wrist. Eh, shake it off, Tro. Who knows? Maybe the blood will attract the bruteballs like the leathery piranhas they were.
((Success!))
