Two area-based attacks really aren't fair, Cole briefly muses to himself. He dodges most of the feathers but a few hit his arms, burning through his clothes. Likewise, Cole swerves out of the way of the arrow's path but he can't dodge it once it bursts. The spray of acid hits him on his back, also burning through his clothes.

"You need to get out of here," comes a shrill pink voice from seemingly nowhere (but actually from the daggers). Cole winces slightly, looking down at his hands for a moment.

"But I need to stop him," Cole plaintively responds. Yes, he's beat up as all hell but he needs to do something. Cole doesn't really know how familiars work, just that the bird's a good target and this thing's moving around and acting more like an actual bird than a spell. Maybe it's a familiar? And what would happen if someone killed a familiar? One way to find out. Cole speeds towards the phoenix, intent on stabbing the thing straight in the chest.