[ Hold that thought on what's decent or not: it takes a bit of haphazard shuffling but Claude intentionally drops the sword to worry about it in a second and to free up his hands to fire an arrow with no hesitation. It might possibly cut rather close to Sylvain's leg on its way there, but fortunately it finds a home only in the scorpion's body where he'd intended it to go. That's the end of that scorpion. ]

Don't worry, I'm here to be the knight in shining armor for the knight himself.

[ What else is there to do but joke at this point? Because after Claude shoots Sylvain a purposefully annoying grin, he stops to peer around their surroundings. There's a swath of veritable scorpion carnage around them between ones they'd stabbed and that the brief fire had scorched. No longer constantly being on the move means when he goes to take a step it comes with a slight wince since now he's very aware of his souvenir wound. Just annoying more than anything else, so it doesn't stop him from wandering over to where Sylvain is to continue surveying the aftermath. ]

Well. I think we're the decisive winners today, unless that horse-sized one really is showing up next.