Cissnei was biting her lower lip in thought, desperately searching for a weak spot to no avail. Where in the world was she going to attack? If Zack's sword couldn't get a decent hit, surely her shuriken wasn't even going to scratch the dragon.

So where was the Turk going to land a blow? The one place the boys couldn't get a good hit without accepting suicide: its wings. With a good amount of strength, Cissnei flung Rekka at the thinner wing on the dragon in hopes of ripping it and possibly stunting any aerial movement.

She backed off between Zack and Reno, catching Rekka with one hand. "Any bright ideas?"