Sorry, Gadriel does not know how to fight without making a mess. He...doesn't know how to do friendships without making a mess of those, either, but that's another story. His sword arm was closest for her to grab.

"Stupid creatures." They will need to get her better armor, he decided, as his hand squeezed around the muzzle of the creature biting her, bones crunching under his grip. That's one way to loosen a bite.

"Do you need an Apothecary?"