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Silje barely had the time to marvel at Gerard and Collette getting out of the truck and holding their own against the sharks — Collette even turned one of them into some sort of reversed flame salmon, burning it from the inside out! — when shit hit the fan, and a big shark hit the RV. It felt like the entire world tilted, and had Silje not tethered her feet atop the vehicle like she was so used to doing by now, she'd likely been knocked right off it, straight into the maws of the hungry predators.

Somewhere below, she heard the desperate cries of the man she'd seen inside the RV, before he was unceremoniously cut off. [i]Hopefully [/i]due to a reason other than dying. They probably needed him around for questions and stuff. In her peripheral vision, she could see Kali(?!) of all people heading towards him. Probably to relieve him of his earthly possessions, which he longer needed, or to kill him again for shouting too loud.

[color=b93bc2][i]By the Earthmother, Siljeee![/i][/color]

Oh, right, the whole being about to be eaten thing. 

[i][color=a1e1fd]Don't worry, Valpal, this is all according to—[/color][/i]

A familiarly bright purple beam burst worth from her childhood friend's direction, cutting straight through the two smaller sharks. They fell apart like sliced fish, and Silje abruptly realized she was hungry, and also that she was glad to have friends.

Morden warned them of an explosion — a silly concept, explosions were at their best when they came unexpected — then aimed for the large shark's face. Silje felt the RV, which was quickly being chewed through, jolt in the shark's grasp from the impact. Morden had the right idea. But not the right tools.

Silje did.

Hastily, she fell on all fours on top of the truck, pushing her hands into the mist she'd covered the truck with to call the sharks to her. She started to churn it, its colours mixing, brightening, turning into an unstable, pulsating stream that flowed across the RV, down into the parts already chewed and ingested. 

And she was not about to give a warning for the explosion that was to follow. 

What she did do, was prepare herself. The second the mist burst, she'd turn the tether under her feet into a propelling force instead — and let herself be yeeted far away from the carnage that was about to follow.

The [i]landing?[/i] Well. She hadn't planned quite [i]that [/i]far ahead yet.
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