"Winter!" Presley rushes forward, the Omamorning Star up, but there's not many ways he can swing it without accidentally hurting someone. Pouch's magical weapons are a lot of fun, but the one he made for Presley didn't have avoiding collateral damage in mind. Probably an unflattering metaphor in that. Wait, shut up, focus.

Presley drops the morning star and grabs Winter around the waist, trying to pull her back down as Aris unleashes his attacks.