170 The Flight Upstairs

-_-_-_-_-_-_-Fleur's Perspective-_-_-_-_-_-_

I miraculously vaulted over on the surface of the undead's arm and landed ungracefully at its rear. It was a continuous loop of eluding every attack that these two bastards performed, and I was the only person that was capable of completing the job. 

However, I can feel my muscles beginning to ache after exerting the unending effort of jumping around akin to an exhibitionist that was underpaid. Nevertheless, this task is for all of us to escape alive, as I relentlessly occupy their attention to rush forward to the elevator up ahead. 

"Are you sure you're going to be alright?" Grey asks while keeping an eye on both sides of the battlefield. One was at the entrance, where Konoe and the others were desperately charging inside. And me, who was presently keeping the two monsters at bay. 

"I'm fine," I replied. "Sort of."