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Team Walkthrough (Flora, Sohalia, Mateo)
The sand is a churn of claws and legs, the giant crab looming like something from a nightmare, but Soh’s tide jaguar form holds the line until the Attuned bond hums with an answer. From the jungle fringe, three more crabs—smaller than the behemoth but still the size of barrels—scuttle into the fray, their shells mottled in green and gold. They don’t hesitate, charging straight into the giant with a cacophony of snapping claws, forcing it to pivot and defend against multiple directions at once.
The smaller crab ranks scatter under Mateo’s driftwood swipes, two of them retreating back toward the dunes. Flora grins at him through the chaos, daggers in hand, but stays behind Soh’s bulk, letting Spice’s frost keep the giant’s legs sluggish while their new crustacean allies harry its flanks. With a final, frustrated wave of its largest claw, the monster retreats toward the shallows, vanishing beneath the foam with the defeated shuffle of something that knows it’s outnumbered.
Team Perimeter (Niki, Sunjata, Remi, Ronin)
Ronin’s Smite ignites the air in a blinding flash, and for a moment the hels wheel away in disarray, wings beating frantically against the sudden heat. Sunjata’s water magic sweeps in to finish the job, hammering the stragglers off the perimeter line in a scatter of wet, squawking indignation.
By the time the light fades, the beach is clear save for a few abandoned feathers and the occasional irritated caw from a safe distance. The marked perimeter stands intact again, Niki’s cane unused but still in hand—though judging by his expression, the hels had better not test him twice.
Team Supplies (Danta, Asta)
The monitor lizard lunges, but Danta is already there, a blur of heat and muscle. His jaws clamp down on its side, dragging a guttural hiss from the beast as Asta’s fyrhund fire lashes across its head in a sharp burst. The combination sends the creature reeling, tail whipping sand into the air before it retreats up and over the dune.
The two smaller monitors take one look at the molten tiger and volcanic hound standing guard over the crate and decide—wisely—that they have better places to be. With the immediate threat gone, the crate sits in the sand, a little scuffed but intact.
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Flora exhales hard once the last of the excitement fades, scanning the beach to make sure everyone’s in one piece—and, shockingly, still wanting to help. "Okay!" she calls, clapping her hands together and stepping up onto one of the lumber palettes so her voice can carry. "I think that’s plenty of excitement for one day. Unless anyone’s got a secret desire to wrestle more wildlife, in which case—no, pretend I didn't say that."
Her grin is bright and a little wild, her curls wind-tossed, eyes sparkling with the rush of having survived the chaos. "The builders are going to take it from here for now. Give them a few days to get things started, and we’ll meet back here at the end of the week to see how it’s shaping up." She sweeps her gaze across them all, bracelets chiming as she gestures toward the snack table. "Go get a drink. You’ve earned it. And I swear if anyone tries to leave without a mango pastry, I will be offended."
With Spice curling down to her shoulder, Flora hops down into the sand, the Ahi Coast stretching bright and warm around them, already beginning to look just a little more like home.
Alright, everyone go and then come back at the end of the week for more!
The sand is a churn of claws and legs, the giant crab looming like something from a nightmare, but Soh’s tide jaguar form holds the line until the Attuned bond hums with an answer. From the jungle fringe, three more crabs—smaller than the behemoth but still the size of barrels—scuttle into the fray, their shells mottled in green and gold. They don’t hesitate, charging straight into the giant with a cacophony of snapping claws, forcing it to pivot and defend against multiple directions at once.
The smaller crab ranks scatter under Mateo’s driftwood swipes, two of them retreating back toward the dunes. Flora grins at him through the chaos, daggers in hand, but stays behind Soh’s bulk, letting Spice’s frost keep the giant’s legs sluggish while their new crustacean allies harry its flanks. With a final, frustrated wave of its largest claw, the monster retreats toward the shallows, vanishing beneath the foam with the defeated shuffle of something that knows it’s outnumbered.
Team Perimeter (Niki, Sunjata, Remi, Ronin)
Ronin’s Smite ignites the air in a blinding flash, and for a moment the hels wheel away in disarray, wings beating frantically against the sudden heat. Sunjata’s water magic sweeps in to finish the job, hammering the stragglers off the perimeter line in a scatter of wet, squawking indignation.
By the time the light fades, the beach is clear save for a few abandoned feathers and the occasional irritated caw from a safe distance. The marked perimeter stands intact again, Niki’s cane unused but still in hand—though judging by his expression, the hels had better not test him twice.
Team Supplies (Danta, Asta)
The monitor lizard lunges, but Danta is already there, a blur of heat and muscle. His jaws clamp down on its side, dragging a guttural hiss from the beast as Asta’s fyrhund fire lashes across its head in a sharp burst. The combination sends the creature reeling, tail whipping sand into the air before it retreats up and over the dune.
The two smaller monitors take one look at the molten tiger and volcanic hound standing guard over the crate and decide—wisely—that they have better places to be. With the immediate threat gone, the crate sits in the sand, a little scuffed but intact.
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Flora exhales hard once the last of the excitement fades, scanning the beach to make sure everyone’s in one piece—and, shockingly, still wanting to help. "Okay!" she calls, clapping her hands together and stepping up onto one of the lumber palettes so her voice can carry. "I think that’s plenty of excitement for one day. Unless anyone’s got a secret desire to wrestle more wildlife, in which case—no, pretend I didn't say that."
Her grin is bright and a little wild, her curls wind-tossed, eyes sparkling with the rush of having survived the chaos. "The builders are going to take it from here for now. Give them a few days to get things started, and we’ll meet back here at the end of the week to see how it’s shaping up." She sweeps her gaze across them all, bracelets chiming as she gestures toward the snack table. "Go get a drink. You’ve earned it. And I swear if anyone tries to leave without a mango pastry, I will be offended."
With Spice curling down to her shoulder, Flora hops down into the sand, the Ahi Coast stretching bright and warm around them, already beginning to look just a little more like home.
Alright, everyone go and then come back at the end of the week for more!
