Jyn's at a disadvantage - she can see the precarious situation Freya's about to get herself into, her body lofted in the air with nothing to catch her underneath, but there's not much Jyn herself can do about it. It isn't as though she has the incredible speed Freya has, even if she had the strength required to catch her safely.

The most she can do is ready her blaster, wait for the opportune moment to strike - hope that it doesn't end up in the untimely and unfortunate death of the unsuspecting blonde who'd swept in to show the creature a thing or two.

Freya's words pierce Jyn's ears, and in an instant, she lets loose a series of shots in the creature's eye, sprinting to get to a different angle to allow herself to attack the roof of the head's mouth. She's a good enough shot that she isn't worried about accidentally striking Freya; she's never once hit a civilian in all her years of war. She has no intention of starting now.

She manages to land one shot inside the creature's mouth, causing it to fall forward, lifeless like its siblings.

"One left," she mutters, racing back in closer. Once within range, she scrambles her way up one of the vanquished heads and reaches Freya. "Surviving?"