Lyndon hazarded a glance in her direction as he came down hard at his side and he risked, without thinking too much on it, chancing a reach into his hip bag, pulling a vial of glowing red liquid from it's depths. The small bottle was roughly the size of one's palm, and the liquid within swirled and glittered with internal light. He held the bottle out to the down to the girl earnestly.

"Here. Drink this. It'll make you feel better, at least until the nasty one stops moving." He didn't wait for a response.

While no mage by any means, even the least sensitive to the flows of magic were capable of mustering a minor trick or two, and that's what Lyndon did, willing the wisps of arcane energy flowing from the waters of the lake into a shroud of shadow, shifting him for a few seconds into imperceptibility. As the world swirled around him through the arcane screen, he moved to the other side of the creature, effectively moving to flank it, and chambered three bolts into the specialized chamber of his crossbow as he did so. The next motion came as the arcane field he'd summoned faded, bringing the world rushing back to his senses in full color. He loosed a bolt at the three nearest eyes of the three nearest heads in rapid succession.

"Ha! And then there were four! Your move, miss!"