The shadows hissed louder, surging toward her.
"Okay, okay, I got this," she muttered, cracking her knuckles. "No magic? No problem! It's just me and my bare fists. One-on-one—uh, I mean… one-on-like-a-hundred. Oh, gods, I'm so screwed."
The first shadow lunged, and Argider ducked, swinging wildly. She managed to land a slap that sent it dissipating into a puff of smoke. "HA! Take that, you creepy smoke demon! Who needs fancy magic when you've got these guns?!"
She flexed her arms dramatically, only for another shadow to tackle her from the side.
"GET OFF ME, YOU OVERGROWN INK BLOB!" she shrieked, wrestling the shadow before managing to kick it away. She stumbled back to her feet, her hair a mess and her clothes smudged with soot.
"Pro tip," Alvator called lazily from above. "The fire spell works better if you actually focus."
