[Mikleo jerks his own head and wing back a bit at the sword's movement, eyes wide; while it hasn't taken his focus off the fight or anything, he definitely had not been expecting a flying sword from anyone, let alone 9S]

--deal, since you've got the distance advantage. I'll take them, you cover, and if they throw water at you I'll handle it. C'mon, little guys...

[that last bit was an aside to the Palai, who pick up their terrified shuffle]