One day, Jayce might gain enough experience to utilize all readily available resources to mitigate morbidity in combat. Alas, today is not that day; he does not consider deploying his anchor-shield quickly enough to protect against the showering of demon guts.

Grimacing, he glances over his shoulder and grumbles, "I hope so." He looks at Abby again, eyes narrowing at the sight of blood on the backside of her head. "Got a little something back here," he adds, tapping the back of his head to illustrate.

She's standing and sounds cognizant so far that he isn't immediately worried about it, so his attention turns to a raised call of-- "Viktor?"