Remy had been so focused on not getting smashed by one Sentinel that he nearly let another finish him. Still, he rolls out of the way with fluid grace, coming up into a crouch.
The cards fly from his hand before he's even fully upright, he knows their on target as they streak toward the Sentinel, blowing out an eye.
"T'anks, chere!" Remy calls out to Jean.
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