Well, it looks like the pain train was going to have a new passenger. Avon started running to Catherine, and stopped himself in front of her. "I swear Catherine please don't get involved in this too. If anything, you should use your magic to try to prevent Eren from doing anything else that is considerably stupid." he told her. His arms were outstretched to the side and his chest in front of the arrow. The thoughts 'I hope to god she doesn't just shoot through me.' runs through his head. Out of fear, Avon prepares himself for the pain usually accompanying his regeneration.
His clothes ruined by the sand and dust particles, and his skin irritated by the friction accompanying it, these just helped Avon form his backup plan. If things do not improve immediately, he will just sprint out of the room. This was not a place he wanted to stay in any longer.