Cuttersbury: Trail towards Drych LakeAs usual, Amy hung around the back of the group as the fight brewed. She too lost her footing like everyone else when the ground gave way though, being completely unfit for these types of movements. It wasn't too bad considering no one had gotten themselves too injured yet, and she was too far to be targeted by the rocks thrown, but she was still a target as much as everyone else. A varren had sprung up behind her. As she turned to face it, it let out a devilish cry and aimed to swipe her face right off.
Amy grimaced. There was no time for her whip, so she had to fight fire with fire. Unlike the varren, she didn't need the extra time to reel back her own deadly weapon - and before the beast could unleash its attack, Amy did hers first.
A loud smack sounded off, and the varren was sent pummeling back down into its own hole with a shrill. It still had more than enough strength to roam around, but now there was a large red pattern etched along its face, soreness numbing its nose and mouth. After a brief pause, Amy too let out a grunt as she soothed her right hand. Her slaps were deadly, but against hard surfaces as opposed to human skin... ouch.
She shook out the throbbing in her wrist and refocused on the battlefield before her. At once her body began to glow a lush green as she murmured to herself. One by one the front-liners felt warmth engulf their bodies as Amy's spell empowered them - a defensive buff. She sacrificed efficiency for speed this time, but it was still strong enough to shrug off a neutral hit or two.
By the time the ground ruptured, Trixie would have been caught off guard if not for her smelling the varrens' scent on time. Hydroman was
such a cool name. Seeing as most others dove into the fray, Trixie couldn't help but watch Quentin make for some tree instead. Was he gonna climb it or...? Oh.
Oh. He used bubbles to blind the baddie! That was pretty neat.
Before that varren could get a grasp on its surroundings again, it felt a barrage of pellets slamming against its back. Unfortunately its hard shells shrugged off the nuisance entirely. Trixie gasped, with loud exaggeration of course, before pocketing her uzis and charging straight at the rocky rodent. "Yaaaahh!"
It turned around in time to see little Trixie pouncing. She gripped onto its back, using the cloth-covered spines as handles ("Ooh! What a fabulous shirt! Superbro would like this one.") - and the beast took off immediately. With Trixie clinging on and letting out obnoxious compliments, the varren was much too distracted to dive back underground. Instead it charged off towards some of the other guilders - namely in Nani's and Aria's direction.
Trixie shrieked as they drew nearer. "Waahh! Watch out! Comin' through, comin' through!"