Well, so much for running away from the giant beast. Apparently everyone was hell-bent on attacking the creature, even though logic and common sense should dictate that their weapons were little more than toothpicks to it, considering the difference in scale between them and it. To make matters worse, the beast was utterly frenzied by now, meaning it would likely follow them even if they would try to run away. They had no choice anymore; they had to fight! The problem was, of course, how in the name of Lilith were they going to pull that one off? The creature was larger than Felt's house, for crying out loud, and was spraying fire in every direction seemingly at random. Not only did this make approaching the wyvern exceedingly difficult, it also meant that everyone in the cavern was under attack at the same time, both from the fire itself and from falling objects. While the man in red was thankfully protecting Whitney from the streams of fire, he logically could not protect her from falling debris at the same time, a task that was thus left for Felt to take care of. With an almost superhuman leap he jumped up and above the Gym Leader, slashing a piece of falling rock into pieces moments before it would've crashed into the victim below, he himself landing just next to the Trainer. It was roughly at this point that Nobuo appeared next to them, extending his hand to Whitney. "You should go with him," Felt said. "If you don't want to run, just stay close to us," he told her before focusing his attention back on the still obviously very angry dragon. By now it was obvious that the creature was fire-elemental, meaning it would very likely be weak against Ice. Which meant...
"I hope this works," the alchemist said against nobody in particular as he moved his Azoth over to his left hand, his right hand outstretched in an open fist in front of him. A surge of blue-azure particles started to flow across Felt's arm, clustering together in his hand in a cylinder-like shape with a wider cylinder on top. As the flow of energy continued, crystalline spikes started to form around the edges. Finally, the particles that were orbiting the forming item collapsed inward, creating an azure flash before revealing what looked very much like a crystal potato masher bomb. "Let's see if this dragon is as weak against ice as you say it is, Whitney," Felt said before throwing the weapon at the dragon. Sure, it wasn't all that powerful, but the Alchemist hoped that it would at least momentarily slowed the beast down. Regardless of what happened, the young swordsman shot a wave of energy that seemed to be made of the same type of whatever-it-was as the Ice Bomb at the dragon's head, making sure to not hit the man in red in the back.