She swings an arm wide at the abomination mere feet away from them.

"That is! And it's not even doing a good job crustaceans can't get fat rolls, that doesn't even make sense." Hands once more dismissive in the air, Ruka turns her attention away from the monster to get her purse out of the blood puddle.

Perhaps it's a mistake that Ruka turned her back on the monster, but at least the bubble does not waver when the black tendrils wrap around the bubble and pull it towards its maw.