Arnold moves to the back of the line. He braces himself against Konstantin's none-too-gentle first-aid, gritting his teeth, and grunting in pain a few times. When it's over, however, he composes himself - placing a hand on Konstantin's shoulder and nodding at him respectfully. "Thank you, my friend."
He turns his attention back to the fight, pushing some more blood into his wounds to close some of the more severe of them. This is what he had been saving it for - patching himself after receiving wounds in battle.
Now that he's no longer in danger from wriggling worms, Arnold steps up to take a place beside the Satyr, who had been having luck using Nightmare. Where the man had learned the Haunts' discipline Arnold did not know, but if it was working for him...
Arnold has no trouble at all revealing the horrifying nature of his beast. During the use of his discipline his face twists to reveal the Cursed, disfigured Arnold everyone knows - though his body remains the same.
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If it aint broke, don't fix it. Sean's been actually contributing to this fight with his use of Nightmare, and he isn't about to switch it up now.
He puts on his scary face one more time.