It was coming back again, and Natalia knew she wouldn't be able to find any safe purchase. She was going to fall.

Well. So be it! If she had to go down, then let it be on her own terms. Rather than let herself be lost along with the casino roof, Natalia instead took the brief window of time she was afforded to sling her bow over her shoulder, leaping not off of the slanted roof, but onto the buer itself.

It was a dangerous and reckless plan, but there simply wasn't enough time nor enough resources to consider anything else. Her hands scrabbled for a hold in its crystal-studded skin, and it flapped its wings wildly as it drunkenly swung to and fro in an effort to dislodge the princess who clung to it so tenaciously. At the very least it was too busy trying to drop her instead of knocking Mary and Naminé to their deaths. Perhaps she could force it to land.

"Take your shots! I'll hold it!" As if she had any other option but to hold it...