Daryl cursed under his breath for what felt like the hundredth time that hour. He couldn't hold his crossbow and help move the cupboard. He wasn't as strong as a human as he was a cat, but he could still do a partial shift and get his claws dug in for the pulling.

So with great reluctance, he shoved his bow into Sirius' chest, "You see anyone comin' that shouldn't you, you shoot 'em. Aim for the heart, not the arm."

It would probably be easier if Sirius tried helping with the moving and Daryl watched their backs, but Daryl wasn't exactly thinking straight at this point. Too focused on Faolan being a complete idiot with his rush-in approach to do more than than try to cover his ass.