[Eleanor always takes the more straightforward solution to problems, which is often pointy and packing enough of a punch to break steel. She dodged the incoming chains once, twice, and then yelped as they caught her ankle and tossed her away into a wall.]

...yeah, alright. If it has to be that way.

[Eleanor climbed back to her feet and let her hands ignite, flinging a few fireballs at the shadow in retaliation for that hit. That hurt, okay, that's not okay.]