Fair enough. Lightning spheres don't grow on trees, as far as I'm aware.

[ Ignis manages to flit up on top of the predator, earning him an appreciative whistle from the Inquisitor. At the question, she chuckles and calls up: ] I think I can handle that. [ ...And then continues to slice up around the legs, assisted by a snarling Pup.

It isn't terribly long before the thing is roaring in pain, half-collapsing. Between the wounds in its back and those on its legs, there shouldn't be too much else work to do. ]

It's not going to be running toward the city anymore! [ She announces, taking a step back for a moment to catch her breath. ]