white hot + gator attack

[ophelia.]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 65%; line-height:120%; text-align: justify;font-family: verdana;"]As it turned out, flying around and just patrolling for the sake of having something to do wasn't that bad of an idea, especially seeing as it meant she was near enough to hear a loud, pained shout in the thick of the swamp. Without giving herself a moment to consider the danger, she flapped her wings and headed toward the sound, going as fast as her broad wings could carry her. Once there, she slowed down to hover near Leroy, grimacing at the smell and sight of blood.

That wasn't good.

Her gaze flicked back to where the trail of blood seemed to lead, landing on an alligator. Definitely not good. Swallowing down the instinctive fear that someone of her size felt when faced with a predator of its size that was obviously hungering for someone like her to snack on, she turned her gaze toward Malphas and Abathur. Right. "I can distract it while you get him to safety." she said, taking a deep breath. She didn't like admitting that she couldn't defeat something herself, but... Well. There were way more important matters than her pride. "Send someone strong enough to kill it my way when you run into them."

With that said, she flew forward, slashing her claws against the gator's back when she was close enough. She doubted they'd pierce its hide, but it would work well enough to get its attention. She would then fly upwards a bit, getting behind it and trying to stay out of range for it to bite her while staying close enough to make it want to try.

"Eyes up here, big guy!"