A slash, followed by a quickened casting of a spell caused lightning to flash forward, the Thunder spell and attempt to put some distance between herself and the foe before her. It might not work, but at the same time it might. Ceres didn’t know, but things weren’t looking good out here, and with all the problems, she was likely to be in trouble soon too. If she died fighting for Emillion, so be it, that had always been her choice fate.
However, it would seem today may not be that day with how she’d been able to out maneuver things so far. It didn’t mean she’d be able to keep it up forever - that was her biggest concern - but if she could long enough, then surely she could at least take down as many enemies as possible before going down herself. That should be enough to give others the leg up they needed. Another boom could be heard in the distance, and the speed knight attempted to focus more, twirling out of the way of a blow before sprinting towards a beast, only diverting her movements at the last second to bounce off a wall, to ricochet herself back to administer a slash to it, and roll out of the way as it attempted to retaliate. If she could just keep moving, she’d be fine. If she could just keep going long enough, this nightmare of what was happening around her would end. If she could just….
Ceres would never admit it but - as another beast closed in - God damn it did she need help.
It was a case of wrong place, wrong time - the last thing she wanted was to be out here, dodging falling debris and stepping around dead bodies. There would be time to think about it all later - that she would die here was not a thought worth considering, she’d learned long ago to trust luck - because right now she needed to find someone that she would stand a chance with.
It was the fighting style that she recognized as she rounded the corner. Uppsala. Good as anyone, she thought to herself. Whatever the fuck it was that Uppsala was attacking was big and using physical attacks. Polka it was.
Her steps were quick and precise, each movement measured and controlled. She felt the magic working around the beasts - it would soften the blows, at least a little. “Uppsala!” Ash called out, flail in hand. She dashed forward, lashing out and knocking the nearest beast back. “You got anything worth mimicking?”
Following through with a roll, Ceres flipped up to her feet, narrowly dodging out of a full way of a blow but catching the tail end and sending her stumbling forward. Damn it. She needed to be better than this, quicker than this beast that was trying to take her down. A quick twirl of her body positioned her to face the monster once more and a Barrage of bullets was unleashed on the monsters hide.
“Plenty.” Came a gasped reply as she parried off another blow from the monster, dancing out of the way of a blow, and assuring to put herself out of danger with a backflip, she landed right next to the other woman. “Let’s get ourselves buffed. Cast it on yourself.” With that, she set to casting Protect on herself.
The only indication she gave Uppsala was a nod before she mimicked, taking a quick step back as the monster turned its attention on her. Good, Ash thought. She was going to need to play support - her flail would only do so much damage, and she didn’t have any spells of her own at her disposal. She could sabotage, Uppsala could take point.
“If you got another spell, go ahead. Otherwise, I can weaken them if you take point.”
“One more.” Was the quick reply as Shell was then cast upon herself, one eye never leaving the beast the entire time before a brief grunt of confirmation was given. This woman wasn’t much help, but it was better than nothing at all. “I mix spellwork and blows.” It was the best, quickest run down of her abilities she could muster before dashing off again, giving the other woman warning of what to expect.
With those words spoken, the only action she had left to take was diving back into the fray again, mixing slashes with bullets, and spells, pummeling as harshly, and quickly as she could between spurts of healing when she could feel her knees starting to buckle at best.