[Dammit. Azul is not in good enough shape to run like this, but guess he's running!]

If I had time to prepare one, maybe! I don't keep that sort of thing on me--ow!

[The one with the fork manages to get a stab in at Azul's ankle. He reflexively kicks it away, sending it tumbling into its brethren and scattering several.]

And this isn't a curse, so I can't simply countercurse it either!