Elle almost immediately realizes that putting herself in the middle of these things maybe wasn't her best idea. She's committed now, so she's just going to have to figure it out.

Then Ace pulls a stupidly flashy move and Elle remembers that yeah, he's a Silver Fang Ahroun. It works, though, and that's really all that matters at the moment.

His posture totally changes once he reaches her, which is a bit concerning, but she's honestly too busy trying to rip one of these guys' arm off with her teeth to pay much attention.

Fuck that tastes absolutely awful. The taste and stench of death begins to overwhelm her. These thing are the worst.

Elle can hear a couple of them that have managed to stand back up approaching her from behind.

She decides: fuck it, this thing's arm is clearly not coming off, but she does have a pretty good grip. She'll just swing it around and use it to fuck up its friends. How's that for resourcefulness, asshole?

She's getting really fucking annoyed with how resistant these stupid things are to literally any type of damage that she can do.