Cannonjaw Crocodile

Junior slowly led them into battle, his shield and sword raised high.

Jake was almost touching shoulders with him as he wielded a single assault rifle, inscribed with all the Runes he knew, aimed at the Cannonjaw in the distance.

Emma was to his left, her half-dark-blue, half-bright-red staff gripped with both hands, flickering with the two elements.

Aria was behind her, doing the same with her staff, its vines pulsating. 

Elijah was to her right, his daggers raised to shoulder level, prepared to strike at a moment's notice.

Next to him was Quinn, wielding a bloodied sword that she had picked off the ground.

Sofia was the last of them, at the back with her anti-material rifle trained on the construct, ready to unleash deadly rounds the size of her hand. 

It was a 1-2-3-1 formation.

She could've stayed back, the furthest distance possible, making it a 1-2-3 formation, but that would've been a death sentence for the girl.