His hand slick with blood and the stench of it clustered Sinys's nose thickly. A portion of his world went dark where no rich scents perturbed him deeply. Such things had happened before, but not with this much blood. Not yet at least, his stomach churned inside of him violently threatening to make him hurl. Steeling himself against giving an oppertunity, all the while the thought pestered him that he had finally killed a living thinking thing. 

This passed after a moment and then he assessed the situation through the area he understood. In the time passing a girl had been thrown, and from the sound of it she smacked the three pretty hard. He counted her out for the time being and focus on the other that he figured he could help. A sounding thump made Sinys assume that she had been thrown on her back or pushed down. His mind put regrouping as a priority and bound to Helena that he had not met yet. 

Upon getting there his right foot had slid to the same distance of her head vertically, though the two were not very close. The angle of the Cosh's tail was the first indicator of direction since Sinys became familiar with the basic appearance of the cosh. As his left hand grew close enough he yanked on the said tail before his foot was fully extended to slow himself down. The resulting force should give a large amount of shock to the beast. Hopefully even giving him the strength to throw it away in a slinging motion. 

However if nothing really happened the head of the mammal and rest of its body was within his field and every bit of his focus would be placed on the image he was receiving. Not for defending but countering, he would take the arrow that he still carried and shoved it into the neck of the beast.