It became apparent very soon that whatever romance trouble Zahira was having, it was the least of her worries; it started with what seemed to be a blackout, continued into the unsettling discovery of nobody being around the mall no matter where they looked, and escalated into...

"W-what are those? Eww!" Zahira gasped at the monsters, 'imps' according to their tags, as they staggered into the group's view. Their tag said lv4, but Zahira had no idea what that entailed. After all, she had yet to figure out what her own lv1 meant, either. All she knew was that these things were not pleasant to the eye. The others, including a new, very pretty girl who also appeared to be a Gamer, instantly readied themselves to take on the creatures, with varied success. There were red numbers flying about the creatures' head whenever they were hit, and that made Zahira narrow her eyes and bring a thoughtful finger to her chin.

[i]Hmm, numbers when they are hit... could it mean... points on how stylish the attack had been?! Ah, no, but then the keys would be cooler than the palm attack thingy! Uh... Wait- then, how much it hurt them...? [/i]

In the time it took her to try and figure everything out, one of the imps had already disappeared, having gotten pummeled by the collective strength of three of the gamers. She blinked. Did that mean it was... defeated? Gone? Not hurting her eyes anymore? Yay! Wow, the others were amazing. And she... was being useless. 

Feeling her cheeks redden, equal parts from frustration at having done nothing to help and equal parts embarrassment for not having even [i]thought [/i]to do something before, the girl curled her palms into fists. W-well, she would do something now! She felt strangely brave, anyway. Rainer was still facing off alone with one of the monsters, so Zahira decided she was going to offer a helping hand - even if he didn't really seem to need any right now. 

So, Zahira kicked herself to a run towards the imp, eyes fixed on its wobbly, tiny form, only for her to realize three seconds before she reached it that she didn't really... have anything to hit with it. She didn't have a plan. Oh no, quick, quick, something that might hurt, something that might hurt-

Her indecision almost caused her to stumble in her heeled run, drawing a pained "ow" from her. And then she got it. [i]Her heels![/i] Anyone who'd worn them before knew how much they [i]hurt[/i] sometimes! So then, then, maybe it would cause similar pain when being hit with? Her logic was pathetic at best, but she herself seemed to consider it perfectly sound as she slid to a stop, quickly pulled down the zipper of her boot and, yanking it from her leg, grabbed it with both hands and heaved the heeled end at the monsters, closing her eyes and praying for the best.