Ashelia manages to hunker down behind her shield before the onslaught of bullets, but two still manage to hit "Agh!" She yells in pain, losing her footing as the bullets rip through her the meat of her right calf. Clean through, at least. There would be no messy removal - from this volley, at least.

The red mage casts a glance around at her comrades. Sparks seemed to be okay for now. It's hard to tell how the corporal is doing, but his low constitution would prove to be a problem. Yuffie seems spry as ever, and Sparks is holding up okay so far too. One more hit on him and he'd need a cure spell, Ashelia thought, but they needed all hands on offense and Henry being without his sword would not do. She sends a Cure spell Henry's way as she limps towards Cloud. "Corporal, status!"

Keep him busy, Marshal. I just need a little more time to summon... If everything she had read about this Ifrit - not so different than the one she knew from Bervenia - turned out to be true, then it would certainly put the armour through its paces. Hopefully out of commission.