Alchemists were not fighters. Sion had experience, yes, but that was meant for humanoid opponents in a one-on-one battle. Shooting a giant monster made of the souls of countless other beings, even with her original equipment returned to her, would be like chipping away at a brick wall with a plastic spoon. As such, she concentrated her energy on the smaller enemies.
Sector 004 is where her battles led her. She stayed close to the towering enemy, picking off the countless drones and wolves that attempted to interrupt the combatants dealing with the much larger mess. Alternating between Etherlite for the soulless drones and Barrel Replica for the wolves, she was dealing with them without much trouble.
As she fought, her eyes scanned the battlefield, every unoccupied partition in her mind running calculations on what the enemies would do next. A pair of men focused on the head caught her eye, as did the beast’s sudden jerk of a leg. Lightspeed calculations in her head immediately brought her to a conclusion of the next train of events. Without delay, she threw her whip towards them, wrapping them both together, and pulled them towards her right as the beast kicked the empty space they used to occupy.
『Be aware of your surroundings,』 she said as Etherlite returned to her, 『lest you wish to be nothing more than guts under the beast’s claws.』
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