Oh don't worry, narrative, Duke was absolutely doing so. As soon as he confirmed the thing was moving away even a little, he lunged backwards, grabbing the pipe he'd propped the galley door open with, and swinging it up at the hyena thing's jaw.

If it turned out this was in fact Octavia, he'd apologize profusely later. And maybe invest in a taser. Or like. A tranquilizer gun. (Or several, and stash them all over the boat alongside his regular guns, and some cattle prods, maybe load some of the regular guns with rubber bullets too? And something that could take down Lucifer if he ended up going evil for some reason? Something nonviolent of course and this wasn't the time for this particular thought spiral right now, Duke, refocus, your boyfriend is BLEEDING. . . .)