BELLONA

The Aztec's scream pierces the water as the ocean starts to boil, taking in a mouthful of the lizard's lifeblood as she does so. Almost ironically, her lungs begin to freeze from shock as the rest of her body roasts. The salt from the thrashing waves are not a good enough seasoning for the tar, however, and it is causing further damage to tongue. The sooner she can be rid of this awful drink the better, and she is certainly not wasting any time with that.

A blue-crested head breaches the surface just as the ocean drops in temperature. The water-logged vixen dispels a black stream of water as her eyes search the shore. The creature is trying to pull itself on the beach and, like the splashing peahen, pain laces its movements. Panic pierces a hole in her breast at the sight of its crumbling form. Is it going to destroy the very thing she had fought so hard to save? Will someone take the egg before she has even reached the shore?

Using her wings as paddles, the scorched and weary peahen propels herself towards land. There is no hesitation in her step as she leaves the water for better footing. She does not even take the time to pause and lick her wounds. All of her attention is focused on the creature that she has slain, and she sets her course to approach it.

Before she can even consider a plan to roll the great thing over and claim her prize, the rather talkative bone commends her for efforts. It doesn't sound very congratulatory, and the brutal woman gives it a harsh stare. She wonders if it realizes that she almost crushed it earlier. And I'm not afraid to go through with that. The maiden winces as her scaled hide considers another assault. But perhaps not today.

The macabre object goes on to accuse them all of murder, but to the bird, death is a common occurrence. Blue lips curl back in a snarl when the warrior realizes she is not the only victor, however. If it were not for the bone's continuous stream of undesired commentary the peahen would surely have shed more than just the mother's blood. She had the egg's well-being to think about now.

"Those who are airborne, help push the demon over." The role of leader is not an unfamiliar one to the Aztec, but whether or not the others will follow her is a different matter. She has certainly proven her strength and skill by slaying the beast. Adhering to her commands should not come as a second-though to any of those gathered here. "Those who are land-bound, dig beneath the beast."

Deeming her instruments ready for flight, the colorful hybrid takes the sky. Her movements are forced and her path choppy -- she has certainly sustained quite a beating today, but it is nothing that time will not fix -- but she does manage to carry herself to the beast's shoulder. A delicate muzzle sniffs tentatively at its scales and, upon discovering that the lizard lost its heat with death, a green shoulder pushes into its scales. Her idea to move its hulking mass whilst digging a way to the egg is not guaranteed, but it's the best they have.

We worked together to kill it. Let's work together to wrest it of its prize.

{She is scalded all over her hide, and takes in some water and blood in her mouth, which irritates her burnt tongue. Swims to shore and surveys the dead creature, thus coming up with a plan to have the pegasi push the beast over while others dig at the sand beneath it.}

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