"Idiot," Eleanor snarls, turning to meet Goofy's charge -

And getting bowled the fuck over. She tumbles into a handspring, helmet ringing; she spits a tooth out into it and lands on her feet near Demyx. Some part of her mind that is Always Thinking is grateful that no one can see the flabbergasted look on her face from getting hit hard enough to hurt by a dog-man with a fucking dinner plate.

Distantly she remembers Okie saying that super is a common thing around the ship.

"Mister Demyx, can you flood the field of battle?" Eleanor asks quickly. "They need to breathe. I have an air tank."

Regardless of his answer Eleanor begins a second barrage of rocks, throwing them as fast as she can draw them in.