Darya spins on her heel at the roar and assesses the situation quickly. "Frontal assaults won't work, but if we can distract it, we should be able to buy Tony time," she mutters to herself. Glancing over her shoulder at the rest of the group, she calls, "We need to draw it away! Try flanking it!" She sheathes her sword and kneels, hands pressed to the earth.
The earth's crust is made of a number of plates, constantly shifting over and under each other upon an endless sea of molten rock. This fluctuation, the perpetual change, is what Darya calls on. From her perch on the North American plate, she asks it to tear.
The ground beneath the Drakon shakes, then splits. A several-meter-wide crack opens beneath the monster's right hind, aiming to trap its leg. Darya sways upright and takes up a defensive stance, face flushed and breathing heavily.
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Reagan's eyes dart from the Drakon to the unprepared members of their group. Not good. With an inhuman speed, they're suddenly between the other demigods and the monster. A small cylinder appears in their fingertips, and they pop it open to a Celestial bronze bo staff.