Aah, yikes, explosions. Yvonne hate explosions. There's no good way to deal with them beside hoping that the one aiming it missed, and that's fucking unreliable. Just getting clipped can irreparably maim a man no matter how skilled. It's even worse than musketeers. Thankfully the explosion-users were all on her side for once. That's a nice change of pace.

[b][color=#a4161a]"What the fuck-"[/color][/b]

So of course the world had to throw another curveball at her little group. She recognized the newcomer, the girl that was locked in some room with more magical reinforcement than most high-security dungeons. And she so happen to have a bone to pick with Sparky right there, very nearly blowing the elf to little pieces if not for the reflex to detonate the blast early.

Running away looked like an awfully appealing prospect right now. The series of fights today had been downright unpleasant.

Shaking off the thought, Yvonne sprint from her cover to grab and heave their team leader away. She's risking exarcebating existing injuries, but it would be a moot point if the next blast hit Sparky dead on. She'd need a bucket to collect the remains then. As for where, well. The nearest pillar would do, for now. And to think that just a minute ago it was her side that was raining explosives on the opposition. Life sure had a way to screw you over, eh?

[b][color=#a4161a]"Dont group up, scatter away! MOVE!"[/color][/b]