She'd never fought fought one before... No. No, Ambroise couldn't dwell on such things. She shook her mind free of the thought and built up determination in its place. She didn't need Jacques' call to get her started on the only sensible course of action; an unimpeded and drastic spellcast for the Rift Beast's backside. Surely, even if it were resistant to magic or her own skills in general, the sheer length of the channel would have to dent it somewhat... right? There was that doubt fluttering around her senses again.

Ambroise shook it away once again, lifting the tip of her sword to meet her gaze before starting what she was built to do; cast. A gentle wind picked up at her feet, swirling up around her form until it danced around her hair. The magic blur settled at the tip of her sword, and upon raising it higher, suddenly picked up in magnitude. Arcane energy funneled into the sword above, growing a sphere of crackling grey and yellow chaos. Twofold... Three fold... Tenfold...

As it continued, the magic bolt turned into a magical apocalypse hovering just over Ambroise's head. The orb enveloped her vision of the sky, undoubtedly visible to the Rift Beast if it had ended up turning around. Retracting the sword from just inside the sphere, she finished the arcane gathering and prepared to launch it for her target. Still crackling above her, it was only once she feigned a thrusting motion with thee sword towards the creature that it lurched into motion, at first moving an inch, and then darting into the distance like a lightning bolt.