[ there's a visceral squelch from behind akechi, followed by a thud as the pisaca closing in on him collapses. cima, arm replete with scales and horns poking out from her head, taps her shoulder with her non-monstrous hand. ]

Focus, brat. Stop firing randomly into the crowd. Save your artillery reserves for those alligator things- most of our weaponry can't make a dent in them. And don't stop. We don't have time for you to catch your breath. [ to emphasize her point, cima takes out two vine monsters that were taking aim at akechi with her own laser pistol. ]

...so. Magic's real, huh? Alright. [ she glances at hereward before returning her attention to the battlefield. ] Don't suppose you have a spare... whatever that is, that I can borrow?