The phalanx monster slashes at Connie with one oddly placed leg, knifelong talons scratching at her armor looking for purchase, then it stops.

The head is gone.

It gathers its too-many-legs under it and plunges off across the melee, plowing through anything in its way as it zeroes in on Grif.

Grif fumbles, falling into a wall in his effort to catch Lenny's head, and he has just enough time to breathe out an oh shit as the monstrosity comes galloping toward him. Off he goes again. He can barely summon real speed at this point, he's faster than a person should be but so is his pursuer. The monster uses its sheer size and many legs to drive him forward, cutting him off if he tries to break to the sides, and it nearly has him pinned against the corpse throne when Grif snaps the head back toward Connie.

...Actually, "snap" implies that it's in any way a good throw. Wash would be so disappointed in him, but luckily Wash isn't here to see it.

"All yours!"

This worked the last two times, and he's really hoping it's going to work again.