FAMFRIT vs. Party One: Altair/Ofelia/Siana.
All around them, innocent bystanders were being swept aside and into buildings, thrown back by the wave of water. And as Ofelia picked herself up from the ground, there was a constriction in her chest, wiring itself tighter and tighter as her head spun. You were right and I was wrong. That was all she needed to hear; a grim smile twisted the edges of Ofelia's mouth and, squelching as she went, she followed a few feet behind the warrior who had joined them. Siana, was it?
The gambler withdrew a sliver of metal, balanced it lightly in her fingers, and then flung it. It flew far and true through the air, a straight flight mimicking the path Altair's bullets — and then the magick kicked in. A wave of non-elemental energy went rolling out from the card, an explosion glancing off the beast's armoured exterior, from what she could tell. Of all the luck, finally Catastrophe came when she wanted it to — Faram himself knew what kind of monster this was and what its weaknesses were. Non-elemental would serve her well.
But the streams of water subsiding beneath their feet and sloshing around in that enormous hulking ewer, on the other hand, spoke volumes. “Fire and thunder!” she shouted to her companions (and oh, that term seemed strangely-applied for these three). “Do we have any more?” Fee started digging in her belt, searching for attack items – bomb shards, anything.