[Considering there's a distinct lack of anyone else in their group remaining at this point, Padparadscha assumes they're the one being addressed with that question. Holding their sword, which is almost as long as they are tall and shining like some kind of gem instead of metal, they glance back with a faint smile.]

Oh? I'm feeling great, actually. But it's a shame our patrol group is made of scared little pebbles. We'll have to handle this ourselves, huh?

[The creature moves slightly, and Padparadscha's sword is pointing back at it before the echo of the sound has even finished bouncing off the walls.]

What do you think, little one? How do you want to fight?