They don't get a lot of time to survey. Syrlya sees her attention change, but before he can say anything the extra limbs are moving, fast, right for all of them.

"Move!" He jerks sideways and ducks, away from the center as one of the arms comes down. It narrowly misses his head, but he still feels it clip hard on his shoulder with a force that goes down to the bone--and the force drags him backwards, sliding off of the skyway as the arm smashes through it. His fingers tremble against his sword as he struggles not to lose hold of it while his arm numbs and falls limper.

Luckily Zangetsu is there. Before he teeters back too far he grapples with his good hand to his clothes and hauls himself closer while they take to the air. "Get--get my blade."