Semyon's lips managed to pull themselves into a slightly deeper frown than normally possible for the undead man, but in the end was forced to nod in acquiescence to Daisy's -so that was her name- 'rules'. She had pulled him over here, she could bring him back, and in the meantime he might as well make sure she was clear to do whatever it was she was going to try. It wasn't as if his knife or pistols would have done much good against Fenris... though apparently they were going to do even less here.

At least here, though, he had a fallback plan.

"Hand-to-hand, drown them..." Slipping his knife back home, the Wight took position at Daisy's back, hands at the ready. "...I can do that."

His gaze unfocused, features appearing almost bored as he stared out into the land of death. Eyes moved lazily in their sockets, head occasionally tilting this way and that, ensuring he took in everything he could at once. He remained otherwise unmoving, relaxed, watching for any sign of movement, listening for any sound of approach.

And he still nearly missed the first one.

Vaguely humanoid, the being detached itself from the shadowy murk to Semyon's side, lunging forth with grasping arms. Reflex forced him to dodge, leg sweeping back to pull his entire body out of the [i]thing's[/i] charging path. Training took over in the next instant, lips pulling back in a feral snarl as Semyon latched upon the creature's arm and neck with vicegrip hands. His momentum switched, the leg that had swept out sweeping right back in, locking in place just behind the grappled creature as the rest of his body followed suit. The frantic lashing of the creature's free hand meant nothing, it's form overbalanced and overpowered, grotesque features managing to part in time to emit a high-pitched screech before Semyon buried it completely in the waters behind it.

That same, preternatural chill bit the Wight's hands as they submerged, sudden current seeming as if that was all the contact needed to pull [i]him[/i] down as well. He broke his grip in an instant, stumbling back from the waters and forcing his mind to calm as the creature was pulled away. 

One opponent down, and two of Daisy's rules proven to be very, very true.

Semyon returned to his position as watchdog in time to spy... Max-or-Thadd? Daisy had brought him along as well? Was that a... good idea?

Max-or-Thadd didn't seem to think so, at least. Anger showed itself in every facet of his movement. Completely understandable -Semyon hadn't exactly wanted to be brought here himself- but the man threatening the one person who could bring them [i]back[/i] did not sit well with the Wight.

"Don't snap her neck..." He broke his vigil a moment longer to try and meet the man's gaze, until another of those creatures decided to pounce down on him. He snapped back to attention, deflecting grasping limbs with brutal efficiency, eyes ensuring none flanked him as he worked to wrestle this newest opponent down into the waters as well.

"...Please. Please don't snap her neck."