MAKE 'EM BLEED / o, raid

[roman]

there’s too much talking—fish does not follow. first some crazy lady with weird eyes shows up and tries to tell her she shouldn’t be here (of course she should! beck said to come, of course). ”don’t tell me what to do!” she barks indignantly. next, another strange fish guy arrives—the one and only pinch—and shoots icicles at her! ”yikes!” she squeaks, dancing out of the way in a less than graceful roll and engages her camouflage. though her eyes and teeth are visible, it is difficult to discern the rest of her form from the surrounding. swamp beasts don’t need grace and poise. just fun. ”that would have hurt,” comments fish with a chuckle, her gills flaring in amusement. at this point, there are far too many people and voices that fish cannot even hope to keep up. good thing that the girl does not care to. fish came to fight, and by the swamp, that’s what she’s gonna do. it’s been several decades since her last mud brawl.

maybe if fish took the time to care about battle tactics, she could have argued that taking out the leader first will demoralize and confuse the troops. but the fact of the matter is that she doesn’t care. fish is fish, not a military strategist. like most predators, when she sees movement, she attacks. and the moment [member=331]KHAOL CORATIO[/member]  rushed towards beck, the water spirit responded in kind. ”no touch!” barks the girl as she aims to tackle the panther by latching her long claws into his hide and rolling him away before he could continue his attack.