A simple grunt of exertion sounded, as Ophelia sank her shield into the flooring -- letting the fireballs impact and shatter; scattering away like clouds of flour from a counter-top. ~[i]This is mildly favorable, Empress. Berserker has no advantage over myself, a Shielder. However, the opposite holds true, as well. All we hope for, here, is a war of attrition...[/i]~ Lucius held a moment's silence, before finishing, ~[i]Berserker's forte.[/i]~ Ophelia curled her lips into a sneer, and hefted her shield. "I have no intention of letting some two-bit trollop overtake my position," she says, steeling her resolve and footing, as she marched forward against the assault of flames, "Not today. Not tomorrow. Not EVER."

In the midst of her monologue of devotion to being Alpha Bitch, Ophelia was looking for a weapon. As fine a weapon as her shield -- standing as tall as she, three of her wide, and made of magical spirit iron -- was, it was still a shield. It's primary purpose was defense, and limited offense; to swing it around like a flattened out club was to waste energy and open opportunity. '[i]If I can get close enough to throw flour at her...[/i]' Ophelia grimaced, and hunkered down where she stood. '[i]That sound! So annoying![/i]' 

~[i]Embrace it, Empress. The wartime sounds of battle are chilling, unless you embrace it.[/i]~ Lucius consoled his Master, ~[i]Embrace it, so you cannot be swayed in your march. Surely, sometime lies before you to cull this fire.[/i]~ Ophelia grit her teeth, and reached into her flour divination sack; taking a large handful, and cramming it into her mouth. It was a nervous habit turned into a compulsion that brought a moment of inspiration, as she closed her eyes and let the bitter, chalky grain powder soften and thicken in her mouth. 

            All too sudden, Ophelia opened her eyes, and spat out the flour paste. "I know what to do," she said, as she scanned for a fire extinguisher. Eyes darting up the hall, she saw one, resting in its regular interval, seven feet behind Mitsugi. "Here goes everything!" Ophelia shouted, jumping back, and rearing back with the shield.

Lucius reminded her that she had merely seconds to do this right, and would find little, perhaps, no, opportunity to do it twice. Aware, Ophelia stomped surged forth, and threw her entire body weight forward with all her might; sending the shield ahead of her, and straight at Mitsugi. The Berserker Master had two options: duck or deflect.

Ether way, the opening existed for Ophelia to break the fire extinguisher free of its housing, and get behind her.