
“Really could be worse!” was Éliane’s simple quip to both Izayoi and Galahad. Of course she still disagreed with the circumstance—and the metal dragon being able to teleport was indeed a high degree of bullshit. At least it was the kind of bullshit that the pink-haired woman to roll with.
The others in the party that were faster than her were already moving into position to intercept the creature before it could bring its full might to bear against a very hapless Miina. Between Rudolf, Esben and the faeries, they were managing Adrammelech… and lining it up for Éliane to exploit the opening they had created for her.
She had been skirting closer to the action up until now, but as she finished pounding it in the chest with one last round, with a dash hop, and a jump, she closed in, lobbing a pair of explosives at the large gash in its chest. “Watch out. Bombs away!” she announced, already underway in getting somewhere safer. Éliane was getting somewhat better at announcing her explosive tendencies.