"Ghost Factory!" Elma says, shifting to take a sidestep --

-- except her Arts haven't worked properly since she got here, and a reflex that served her perfectly on Mira did nothing instead. The hydra snaps its teeth down on her with a rough crunch as they penetrate her armor.

A heartbeat later, a much more useful reaction comes to the fore: Elma slams one blade to the hilt in the creature's eye, then yanks it free as the hydra recoils with an agonized roar of pain.