[i]Isaac, dive forward![/i] Vincent automatically yells. Following his counterpart's instruction with ease that can only come from a lifetime, however much he doesn't remember, of working together, Isaac dives forward, narrowly dodging the arrows. [i]What was that about her being a flashlight?[/i] he asks Vincent. [i]Doesn't matter,[/i] comes the reply. [i]What matters is the fact that she can fly and we can't! How are we supposed to get her down?[/i] Isaac thinks for a moment before looking at one of the discarded guns. [i]I might have an idea,[/i] he says. Slamming his fist onto the ground, he creates a thick cloud of carbon, obscuring him from the woman's sight as he dives for one of the weapons, grabbing blindly until he manages to find one, which just happened to be the woman's shotgun. Working fast, he recreates the barrel, dives out of the cloud, takes aim, and fires, the buckshot spreading more the farther it travels, making it difficult to avoid it all.