Eugene's heart was hammering in his throat for the few tense seconds it took Rapunzel to charge one of the not-Lingomrs, collect Castiel, and disappear through a doorway further down the hall. It could have gone so badly...but it hadn't. Rapunzel was out of harm's way, for now. And that just left him and Kratos.

And Lingomr.

Suddenly, there was another flash of metal and Eugene fell heavily onto his now twice-wounded leg, bleeding from both the new gash in his calf and the reopened on in his thigh. "T-this just isn't my day," he hissed through teeth gritted against the pain. "What's it with you and legs, anyway?" He felt weak and shaky, and even without trying he knew he wouldn't be able to stand without help, much less fight, but he held onto that frying pan anyway. Kratos was off doing something fancy with a sword, and the that Eugene could do was bang some illusory shins to back him up.