When Vahvuus wavers Sorey steps forward, puts himself neatly between the daemon and his partner, brandishing his sword. Just slow it down? Hacking off a couple of its tentacles should help with that.

"Okay," Sorey mutters, half to Vahvuus and half to himself, heart pounding as he tries to recall his training, with little luck. It had been drill after drill after drill; then sparring, between his fellow trainees. Nothing against a- a monster like this.

But the ship's crew is shouting behind him...and Vahvuus, with no sense of self, with no reason to remain loyal to the Abbey besides that someone told him to be. "I know you don't know all the rules, but I wish you did," he'd said. There's something Sorey is missing, something that's troubling Vahvuus so terribly that he feels empty and trapped.

Sorey- he cannot allow them to die before he figures out what that is. They're partners. "Okay," he breathes again. Slow it down. "I'll cripple it, you support me however you can!" There's nothing to do but do it, Sorey tells himself firmly, and charges into the fray with a shout, swinging at a flailing tentacle before it can latch onto the mast.