Hot damn; now what?
Although her body glittered as if someone had turned on a hot pink light bulb inside her chest, it apparently had no effect on the creature. If she wasn't so busy trying to avoid being eaten, she likely would have made a comment about that being a first. However, as it stood, she was too busy for such thoughts.
"KRI" She bellowed, as she watched the Sultana direct a burst of wind towards the rapidly gathering crabs. Phaedra, having only sparred twice, was poorly suited in such a physical battle where her physicality meant little. She had a shaky relationship with the Sultana to say the least, but in a situation where she could likely hinder the groups efforts with an ill-advised attack, she assumed the chocolate mare would spare her some advice.
From the corner of her eye, she watched the bright orangey-yellow face of her companion, darting about. Stella, a secretary bird who's regular diet consisted of crabs among other things, trilled delightfully. Her bright-white wing span was a blur, as she darted about the crabs, attempting to pick them up, and either shake the life from their bodies, or throw them haphazardly into the sea. Phaedra reinforced this behavior, looking uncertainly towards Kri, as she didn't know if this was a worthwhile strategy or not.
Her golden body hung above the fray, daring not to get too close to the creature whom she could not reasonable fight with any of the skills she possessed, but disliking the feeling of being so utterly useless.
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[O] [Endless Night] The tides are turning vile
HP: 45.5
