FAMFRIT vs. Party Two: Theo/Div.
He felt the water soaking in underneath his leather armor, weighing him down. His skin stung, as if he'd been slammed into the face of the sea itself, and Theo was left gasping for air. It took several long moments for him to get back on his feet and realize what was happening. Fire spread across the flat of his sword in large, undulating waves, fanning out as Ragnarok moved before him. He needed to be more fearful of it, but then, in the face of an enemy he couldn't even identify, let alone defend against, the instinct to reach out to it only grew.
Theo looked over his shoulder as Divina called out. He hesitated, for her sake. Gambling with one's own life (his soul) seemed excusable enough in the heat of battle, even if it was anything but, however, with a dear comrade so near by, the risk to her kept him anchored.
But if he could only distract the fucking thing away from her...
Theo offered a guilty look before moving his attention back to the beast in front of him. Charging again, waves of flames singing through the Mist, a burst of fiery conflagration exploded near the giant armored monster--and Theo went flying backward, his sword hitting the ground with a crash. On his back, howling in pain and rage, another blast of cannon burst came spiraling toward him.
Apparently, the monster had taken some offense, if even a little.