[Lucina is far from the only one making sure to track the minotaur's location, her eyes flicking between it and her company between words exchanged. Her rifle is still strapped across her back, a series of thoughts running through her mind as she takes a moment to study the armor closer without having to worry about being hit with ricochet or set on fire --]

A grating truth, I'm afraid. [As high powered as her rifle was, she had to wonder if she would merely just dent the armor of this thing -- which leads her to wonder exactly what the armor was even made of.] Whatever, exactly, that is made out of.

[Is anything a good idea in this fight? It's all they have really, random ideas that may or may not end up with one of them getting smacked around -- or have them be successful.] I can occupy it's attention, but it's up to you to get close enough to attack it.

[She's the one with the sword, after all.]