[@Crossfire]

Eden found herself more than relived for a breath when she saw the beast turn, only for her to feel her legs move on their own, grabbing her blade as she saw one of the other shooters staying too close in it's range. 
She was trying to reach him in time, hands frantic yet practice she used the same rope and wrapped the hilt again before running only to see it take a swipe at the male. His wounds leaking he froze, only to injure himself even further for a boost of adrnile, she had to admit, she was impressed, an instinct that was given in.
The smell of gun fire and decay over powering, Eden used everything she had to climb back on, his hide slick with blood she used the toe of her boots to dig in causing it to turn and snap at her for a moment before trying to get back at the next meal. Trying to prevent the needless death she swung her arms forward, the blade glistening like a beacon for a moment as it hovered right in front of her mount's eyes as it screeched. 
With a roar of her own, she pulled back, feeling herself fall backwards even with the amount of effort she gave as she felt the weapon lodge right between its teeth, forcing it back and unable to bite against the seering pain of irradiate blood ripping into flesh. It only taken one stubble for her to lean on the other side in time for the mini gun to push it to the ground.
"Shoot it! Its stomach, shoot it!"

She had no idea how long she could keep that up, she could feel the rope digging into her forearm, rubbing through her cloths and into her skin till it was raw, the beast crushing her leg it's fat was like a cushion but she had no idea how long till her luck ran out for it to break.