West Watch Tower
Draza, soothing aura and too innocent to kill, acrobatic, slippery, sharp
“Gahrul!” Draza shouted as she saw her doll fall to the ground, having successfully warded off the danger, making it visible to everyone with functioning eyes. She gave a quick look to the charging demon, then to Gahrul, then to Meryl and Gustavo, formulating a plan. Pirouetting to face Esyllt and Naream, “Unless you have a better plan, I’d suggest you,” she stood up on her tip toes as she leaned forward to emphasize the suggestion, “Move!”
Bouncing back to her feet and spinning about to face where Gahrul is, she began to take off in one direction, her arm waving behind to suggest them going the other, “And can you guys can handle cranky sweet Gustavo, please?” Her head turned from facing them and back to her destination, as she made sure to get the hell out of the bull lane and dodge that incoming behemoth, hoping that they could draw Gustavo after them if they took her suggested route. Partly so that the scary assassin man wouldn’t be after her any more, and partly so he’d chase them right in the way of the demon’s charge. It’s not like he wasn’t almost in the way as it was.
As Draza closed the gap between herself and Fafnir, she scooped up Gahrul and brushed him a bit cleaner of any remaining crumbs and sugar before clutching him to her little chest and sliding up near the broken down Fafnir. “Okay, Gahrul, your part of the plan is to help hold off Meryl, she wants to steal my snacks, and that’s not right. So if she sneaks up on me, you handle her.” Such childishness, definitely, but how else does one play with a child so powerful except as one too?