FAMFRIT vs. Party Two: Theo/Div.
Divina's own hit connected with little effect to the Esper. As if it were simply swatting a fly, a shift of its leg was all it took to push Divina back. Deathbringer couldn't find purchase in time—Divina was thrown even further back, falling ungracefully to her knees. But she was back on her feet as soon as possible, this time interweaving Sanguine Sword and Furore. Barely had the blow been dealt before Waterja swept her up.
Breathe. She couldn't breathe. The few moments in suspension seemed to stretch on for hours, hours in which she was fettered to the sediment, staring up at the distant surface of a lake. But, as her spine slammed against a wrought iron post, its edges digging into her skin and drawing blood, she was swiftly brought back into a reality of pain. Divina shuddered with heaving breaths. Familiar red seeped into the corners of her vision.
But she couldn't go into Berserk. Not now, when up ahead, Finch looked to be hunched over Ragnarok, and his arm—
His arm. But, how…? Divina sprinted to his side, warily maintaining her distance. "Finch?"