Dimitri stepped in front of Blanca. "No, Blanca, you are not going to be a bait or anything near that. I will take care of them myself. I have enough magic left for that."
"You most likely do. But these aren't the first monsters we've encountered here, nor will they be the last. You won't have enough magic later if you burn out now. This is a critical issue, Dimitri. Someone arranged this wicked, lethal marathon." "You need to pace yourself," she said, placing her hand on his arm. "We can do it." Together. Dimitri, you must have faith in me. This is not the moment for proper combat. You're going to have to fight a bit dirty to survive this."
"No!"
"Dimitri, we don't have any choice. We need this plan, and I know you agree. I'll be the bait."
"Fuck it!" He muttered in frustration. When Dimitri opened his mouth to protest, she grabbed a handful of sand from the ground and threw it in his face. Then, not looking back, Blanca ran toward the building.