Darcy darts back to preempt the next hit, bringing his blade back up-

And it doesn't come. He miscalculated, and Demona flees. He should probably holler some threats to keep her away, but it's not like she'll take them seriously. It took a real blade for that.

Just as soon as she's gone, he hurries over to attend to Phil, a hand on his arm.

"Are you- Phil?- Ehn- Venom? You with me?"