There were a lot of problems Chell had with this whole Element thing, but fairly high on the list was the apparent social contract that she needed to get involved with messes like this.

Fighting the smaller nightmares was all well and good, but this world stripped her of the more useful tools for fighting--guns, namely, but opposable thumbs would have been great too. At this point, she seemed at a particular loss in comparison to the other bejeweled members of this group.

Things were as they were, though, so Chell did what she did best--hang back, avoid the big nasty's magic, and look for an opening. Wits and waiting were the name of the game, here.