Look if you don't immediately develop a crush on Lup what are you even doing. Said elf has finally pried off a sizable chunk of gem with her ghostly extra hand, and is waving it in the air triumphantly. It's possible she's completely oblivious to how close the lady got to getting crushed, again? Oh well.

"Fuckin rad, you mean!"

She pockets the gemstone and dismisses the phantasmal hand; now that she's got help there's a better way of bringing this ugly fucker down.

"Mind if I join you?"

And that's Lup, taking a step directly off the cliff. Only to Marry Poppins this shit, opening her umbrella halfway down and gliding the rest of the way, landing on her feet with catlike grace. Pretty cool, right?