[h3]Polina Laye[/h3][i]Farisian Maid[/i]

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“Oh, for the love of--!”

Unfortunately, disgruntled squawking from Polina was just an ineffective as her entreaties for the enraged demon to see reason. But from the way she saw him continue to transform, she knew that attempting to persuade him with words was a lost cause. Keeping to this same track was probably just going to get Lucrecia, herself, or the other maids killed.

Her problem still remained, however. She was not equipped to fight Camio at any reasonable effect, and she was injured to boot. 

Thankfully, Viatrix came through, promising imminent reinforcement. But at this rate, soon might not be enough to save Lucrecia. 

Polina moved to follow the fight from a distance, but she remained disengaged without any way to influence their fight. She had drawn her sword once more, but she wasn’t suicidal.

“Polina here. Soon isn’t enough! What is your ETA? We’re not going to last at this rate,” she winced, both from the pain in her ribs, and from the way Camio was bullying his way through Lucrecia.