Nabadell watched Beserker face off with the man in gold from a safe distance. No, she decided, she wasn’t watching Beserker face off with him, she was watching him toy with the strongest being in existence and bore. Not even; he was destroying Beserker and beginning to bore! Someone that even Nabadell wouldn’t want to face against on a good day was being used to mop the floor with! Without a second thought, Nabadell loaded her blow pipe with a dart she coated in one of the concoctions she made in her master’s basement and took aim. With a practiced lung, she blew into the pipe as hard and quickly as she could. Once the dart was away, Nabadell wasted no time in moving away from her current position; she may have been disobedient, but she certainly wasn’t stupid. When Nabadell felt she was in an area she would not have been noticed moving into, she took the time to look back at the man in gold. The dart hit him right where she aimed; in the neck. She breathed a sigh of relief; the poison would prevent him the use of his noble phantasm for a short period of time- if the man in gold could do that without the use of his phantasm, Nabadell seriously didn’t want to know what he could do with it.
With the same strategy as before, Nabadell took her crossbow out and continued shooting at the man in gold, hoping to at least distract him as she moved about him and bounced several arrows off his armour.