"My magic is not so advanced--" Byleth jerks the creature away from him as it tries to claw at him, "--Unfortunately."

With one swift motion he ends up throwing it. He'd love to claim that it was all planned, the way it hits the end of a pitchfork resting in a barrel near one of the barns, but it was entirely dumb luck. Impaled, the wretched thing screeches and then the explosion follows. Thankfully, he'd thrown it far enough that it narrowly misses them.

That is far too risky a tactic to rely upon however.

"Any ideas?"