The manticores, after witnessing the seemingly impossible amount of distance covered by the jumping man in plate mail, ascertained that he was one of the larger threats and, immidiately, launched a huge collection of spines at him, shredding his armor and wounding him badly.
Ash took a moment. While he wasn't afraid, he knew that all it would take would be a stiff breeze to tip him over at this point.
He smiled. He rarely got to do so many ridiculous things in such a short period of time.
Putting away his abbicus and protractor, Ash took his action, and, jumping and twisting in the air, he launched a throwing knife at the manticore as he fell down onto the hippogriff, rolled to absorb the impact, fell onto the duckephant, rolled to absorb THAT impact, and landed next to Jay El and Med back on the ground.
"Hey." He said.
"Hey." They said, and healed him.
"Awesome. Thanks."
Med leaned over to Jay El "(is he a vegan or something?)"
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