[i]No magicks, no time stopping...I feel like I am getting the short end of the stick, here.[/i] Emiri grimly noted mentally as she brandished her bow. None of the boys' attacks seemed to be working well. As she fired off an arrow, she watched as it pathetically bounched off Cúchulainn. [i]Figures.[/i] She unsheathed her sword, joining Nadeline on the front lines. "[b][color=f6989d]Not entirely sure why Harris summoned Cucucachoo here.[/color][/b]" Emiri commented.

"[b][color=fdc68a]It's Cúchulainn![/color][/b]" Nadeline retorted, eyeing said Esper warily, though a green glyph appeared beneath the party. "[b][color=fdc68a]Bravery![/color][/b]" The green light erupted from the ground, wrapping itself onto Emiri's sword. Emiri went up to Cúchulainn, striking it horizontally. It did slightly better then the other attacks, though it was arguable if that slight difference was even worth the spell. She leapt back as the Esper swung at her, and spun around, striking it again. Nadeline racked her brain; if spells and swords weren't effective, then what could they do?

There was no time to think, as Cúchulainn decided it was time to attack: it released an obnoxious looking gas. It spread throughout the entire arena, so to speak. Emiri coughed as she waved the air in front of her, and as she went to move back, found her feet were planted firmly on the ground. "[b][color=f6989d]Eh?[/color][/b]" She tried to lift her legs, but they would not heed. "[b][color=f6989d]Seriously?! That isn't even fair![/color][/b]" She yelled out in frustration, clearly somehow rooted to the same spot.