Luka feels a wave of relief wash over him when the bolt appears -- one that's quickly replaced by alarm and terror as Seven's garbled words roar out of them. All too quickly he finds himself moving though the air and falling hard onto unfamiliar pavement, bustling city noise around him. A searing pain radiates through Luka's head and he feels... blood (?) trickling down his face.

But he doesn't have time to focus on that as the monster's presence next to him sends pulses through his body. Luka quickly scrambles to his knees, feeling the asphalt for wherever his weapon dropped beside him.

"Fuuuck!" He exclaims, retracting his hand quickly after he haphazardly placed it into a small puddle of the liquid splashing and seeping from the monster. Stupid, he thought. Gyre even warned him about it. Luka keeps searching as quickly as he can, despite the substance burning his skin, until his hand passes over the crossbow again.

At that, he jumps away, putting distance between himself and the monster as much as he can. He readies his weapon, summoning a bolt as he had before, and fires a shot in the direction of the monster.