[Shun's still holding his open bottle of blessed water, so at least he can fend it off if it starts flailing in their direction. Still, since Fubuki is clearly pissed off already, right now his priority is getting rid of the thing so he can ask why. Given that, he moves around its flailing claws to somewhere he can try to focus on its eyes.]
I don't think these things care that much where they're hitting, as long as they're trying.
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I don't think these things care that much where they're hitting, as long as they're trying.