[ eyes wide and trembling in terror, nami pushes herself upright, again, or at least mostly so — enough to get a look at the horseman-creature, in flames and yet still approaching. ]

How does that not stop it? Dragon-chan, can't you do something? Bite its head off??

[ she reaches to where she's strapped her clima-tact to her leg, ripping it free, gripping it tight as she points it to the approaching terror. ]

Please work, please work, [ she mutters, and then louder, ] Come forth, Wind! Gust Blade!

[ swinging her clima-tact like a sword, nami performs the summon that comes to her the easiest: wind, sharp and fast, like a sword in itself, hurling a strike at the creature. ]