[center][h2][color=#008b8b]Fionn MacKerracher[/color][/h2][/center]
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Fionn stood in place, staring down the creature as the others sprinted to different parts of the now wide-open space. [color=#008b8b]"When you say it like that, it makes it sound like [i]I[/i] was the one that did the barging in,"[/color] he grumbled, pulling out his sword. At least she'd answered the captain's question well enough for him—he was nearly guaranteed not to have any better idea than her in matters pertaining to other fae, something that still held true in this entire situation.

Without waiting for any information, Tyaethe charged the writhing tree-snake as it reeled back from Arken's barriers. [color=#008b8b]"You [i]may[/i] want to drop down and find a safer spot to hide, dear,"[/color] he said over his shoulder. [color=#008b8b]"I figure the fastest way to break whatever enchantment holds that thing together will be to stab it right through the heart, so I'm going to try and be quick like. [i]Gniye bristim!"[/i][/color]

Whether Fiadh decided it was worthwhile to hop off or if she thought that by staying attached she could do more good, he started to rush the snake from a different angle to Tyaethe; the momentary glow of released mana suffused his being as his spoken spell turned inwards, and he crossed the distance in the blink of an eye. Unlike Tyaethe, however, he didn't waste any thought deciding [i]how[/i] he would tackle the woody beast.

He was already climbing it, ready to jam his sword in at any moment to keep himself from falling.

And hoping it wouldn't try to roll over on top of him.