She boiled beneath her clothing, her lungs protesting against the smoke all around. Pressed against the carcass of a tent, Elodie waited and waited, as more Iron Rose Knights dove towards the Bandit King, their weapons matched by the gargantuan man's own. Sparks flew frenzied, yet even with all directions covered, the giant did not fall, was not even injured by the onslaught. In a way, it was certainly terrifying. In another way, it'd be certainly satisfying to take him down.

In a third way, it had been what she was waiting for this entire time.

The artificer read Jeremiah's attack before he had completed it, and in that moment, she burst out from her hiding spot, runes on her magic weapon glowing bright. A single strike to maximum effect; that was what all her weapons were designed for. No need for duelling, no need for skill. Just a decisive, universal blow. The wave of debris rose, and Elodie met it with grim determination.

[b]"Fire."[/b]

Ensorcelled inscriptions lit up within the barrel of the Blasting Rod, before an eruption of force and flame burst out from the open end, rocking her backwards. It was force enough to shatter stone walls, force enough to put thunder and lightning to shame, and against it, the shroud of debris simply could not withstand, dirt and stone blasting back against the Bandit King, crimson flames encompassing him completely. Mayhaps the lawless champion could withstand such a blow, but it mattered not. No longer obscured and wholly robbed of his senses by the roar of fire and light, the man was naught but prey to blades. After all...

Monstrous size has no intrinsic merit, unless inordinate exsanguination be considered a virtue.