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The retort of her gun as it shattered the gravity sphere made Éliane wince in pain. The firearms she wielded had already tended to be loud weapons, but reflected in the temporary bubble of Famfrit’s magic, the amplified sound was dreadfully painful against her eardrums. 
Most of the dim of combat was replaced by loud, constant ringing sound, drowning out any of the shouts from her companions as she hastily dodged the follow up water spheres that came after the failed gravity orbs. Ironically, to her these would be more troublesome. Just like her battle with Leviathan, if she got overly wet then her guns would start misfiring. 

Éliane could see Esben shouting something at her. Her hearing was slowly recovering, but it was still unintelligible. Whatever halfway useful bit of information he could shout wasn’t something she truly needed, though—she knew her kit and her own tactics well enough. 

Rolling to dodge another barrage of high-pressure water, she returned fire with explosive shells in her rifle, letting the rounds explode against the golem. 

That wasn’t nearly going to be enough.

She reached into her pouch, producing the remaining grenades she had. Instead of batting the explosives with her guns again, she opted for her wind materia. 

She wasn’t going to be caught out like an idiot with a blast of water by trying to get into a batter’s stance, after all. 

Lobbing two of them right into Famfrit, one after the other, she tapped into her materia and accelerated the metal objects straight into the corrupted guardian at high speed. 

Once more, it was lit up in crimson and orange as it ate yet more high explosives.