Fiora groaned, pushing the rubble off from her back, blurry gaze set on
@Ronja Bubblyfoot, who she pinned down to fully guard her from the dragonship's impact.

"We are ready this time around. You won't hurt anyone, alright?"
Popping a few bones as she stretched, her eyes quickly scanned for the rest of the party to make sure everyone was in one piece before offering a hand back at Ronja.
Her left hand went back into her shirt's pocket, reaching for the second to last of her smokes

"Alright, priority on the dude with the dress, he's the one who got us here in the first place."
Fiora lifted her blade back up, resting it on her shoulder as she shot a frown back at the ship, then to the troops who poured out to begin their assault.

"I fucking hate Magia..."