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Part of her loves it, as they fail. Loves the way the flames leap up, the heat of them, the inevitability of death. Though the mortals always try so hard. She simply wants to watch it all burn. Wants to crash with the cheetah and go down in literal flames, fighting tooth and nail, as she always does. But she knows, somewhere in the deepest part of her heart, that she cannot just stand here and watch others die. She will fight though. Screw whatever Toulouse says about not harming the cheetah. Is there shit she can do against a magical cheetah? Nope, probably not. That won’t stop her. Nothing does, that’s the best and worst thing about being her.

Some start trying to get the wingless out, the dragon (it looks so familiar, but she can’t place why) and the Firedancer. She leaves them to it, wasting no time on directions or yelling at people to follow orders. They will do as they plan to do. And there’s only one thing Weaver can do here. She can fight. She can die and rise again and keep fighting. She can’t throw another horse or give them a lift on her back. She’s too small, and she has no magic that will cool or heal or anything useful.

She gives Raven one quick look, and he’s gone, flying high above the flames and to a place of safety. Weaver can’t die, but he can, and he can’t help them here. So, she sends him away to wait for her, whether she joins him in this current life or in her next one. She has lives to spare, and he knows it, though even Raven doesn’t like it. She suspects he feels her pain, and burning to death will hurt like a mother.

She shifts then, taking Raven’s place as her own version of a raven. The rune on her chest is the only part of her that cannot burn, and so, she replaces it with feathers. And then she’s diving through the smoke, past Reich and the diving Iona and going straight for the cheetah and the place where it’s nonexistent eyes should be. As a raven, she is fast and agile in the air, and she moves with talons outstretched, lashing at the fire cheetah. Screw the burns. Screw the pain. If she cannot watch the world burn around her, she would do her best to at least foil the cheetah’s plans. She has no idea if she can blind a creature made of magic, a creature with no eyes in the first place. But she’s going to try.

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Summary: Weaver shifts to a raven and tries to attack the cheetah’s face, specifically going for the area where it’s eyes should be.

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:: [ Magic: Fire | Can create and animate ravens made of fire. ]
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- weaver -

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