Alright, Solarel. Take a breath. Figure it out.

She was being roped into an anime. An anime was, as everyone knew, a visually distinctive subspecies of the TC species. Just like how there was a wide range of visual difference between Zaldarian scale colours and patterns there was a broad range of skin types amongst the TC; they ranged from brown to pink, from rough and weatherbeaten to almost perfectly smooth. Many Zaldarians had initially thought that anime was just a form of makeup but Solarel didn't buy that. The eye structure was just too different. 

What was clear was that the animes were the TC warrior class, with some wielding spectacular power over the spirit world. It was the threat of them that had prevented the Empress from offering peace to the Terenians without even a ritual raid. It was a true show of their power that none had attended the Tournament. They had looked at the might of Zaldar and decided they had nothing to prove, and had sent their merchants to do war in their stead. That was enough to send a chill down any Zaldarian's spine - and a thrill down Solarel's as she considered the possibility that she might get to meet one - to fight one!

<Ah of course!> she signed <I am to be the "Monster of the Week!" -> she cut the movement when she realized the Terenian couldn't understand her and instead nodded stoically. Very well then. No words were necessary, she understood her role already.

Already she was looking at the distant radio tower. That would be an appropriate first target.