As the cat prepared for another attack, Edgar braced for it, readying himself to move the moment it occurred. Adrenaline made his heart pound, his muscles tense from the fight, his brow flecked with sweat. He felt worn, out of practice- it had been some time since he'd been in a proper battle rather than a wild brawl against a creature with more physical and magical strength than he had in his entire body. Worse was that he knew how to use both effectively.

The stakes were much higher now as well, given both his and Tolten's conditions from their efforts the night before. Still, he refused to back down- not until they'd gotten Locke into a room and were working on that cure. Options slipped away with their good health, and they were running out of time. There was always deadly force as a last resort, but that was something Edgar was hoping to avoid until it looked like it was either the coeurl or them. If an ultimatum appeared, he already knew his choice.

Gripping his shovel tightly, his gaze moved to Tolten for only a moment. He gave his companion a nod, trying to tell him that this was his chance to attack and hopefully drive the creature into the side hallway.