FAMFRIT vs. Party One: Altair/Ofelia/Siana.
As Ofelia slowly rose from the gutter once more, her long black hair plastered against her skull, she took a moment to breathe and feel the healing magic sinking into her. It caught those bruises and what might have been a fractured bone.
And then she hesitated. The sky was noticeably darkening, the rain coming heavier, the ground turning more slippery beneath their feet, and lightning came from the sea. Were they making it worse? Were they perhaps not meant to fight this thing?
But it started it first, Fee thought, with some petulance unbefitting her age. So back in she went, running around the collapsed building and alongside the samurai, scurrying closer enough to heave another flurry of cards. They spun and spun, probabilities catching: small explosive bursts scattering against its hull. It wasn't the roiling blast of Catastrophe, but not bad either, each little percussive blast stacking.
But it shrugged each attack off, ponderously huge, seemingly not even caring about the little humes beneath its feet.