Normally Claude's a banter-y type in battle, but it's less fun when the enemy can't answer back. Or maybe it's just too damn cold. Right now, he's mostly hoping those arrows will be retrievable from the weird star-goo the creature is made of.

He reassesses his original impression of the man-- clearly he's had a bit of experience in hitting things that want to kill him back, even if he hasn't had any formal teaching. He's not just charging blindly with a blunt instrument; good, that means Claude has to worry less.

He shifts his positioning, aiming for limiting the creature's range of movement, arrows sinking into the joints of its legs. "This guy's stubborn!"