Michael
The immortal couldn't help a slight grin as the creatures now all turned their attention on him. The bulkier deer charged him while vicious little maws bone and false flesh rushed in behind them, all of them clearly aiming for more damaging areas. The tactic was a mite surprising, coming from a beast like this, and it might have been effective on a lesser foe. A tried and true strategy like this, however, couldn't be considered a threat to Michael by any stretch of the imagination. Putting aside the immortal's insurmountable skill, he had a reach advantage and full knowledge of how to make use of it. With that in mind, Michael extended the staff out to its fullest, thrusting to smash one of the deer charging him. With the attempt at boxing him in disrupted, the immortal easily slipped between the assaults of the false deer, shortening his staff to strike out at the smaller creatures, crushing swathes of them with each sweeping blow as he danced amongst the larger appendages of the beast with a practiced grace.
Of course, their second mistake had been to turn their back on the blonde athletic, who was now making them regret that decision as she tore through their ranks. To the immortal's amusement, Breeze seemed to be enjoying this just as much as he was, Michael's own grin widening in turn.
"Sorry about distracting them from you," he called out, "Looks like you'll need to remind them you're here!"