mysterious as the dark side of the moon

Edy #nofilter "I can only imagine." Edy said, rolling her eyes. "So far my team has done nothing but piss everything off and just claim shit as their own." So saying the Launceleyn teenager shrugged. That was probably the way of the world, but as someone who had never really a staked a claim to anything before, she did find the idea of finders-keepers on this scale quite...appalling, really. Happily meeting Wessex's gaze as the woman seemed entirely undaunted by Edy's rather brash antics, and instead adds in her own, which rouses a lingering and heated smile from the teenager. "As long as it knows what it's in for, I'm game.  Just think of-" Before the rest of what is surely to be a suggestive and colourful description of what a three-some between them might be like, there is a soft whoomphh behind Edy. Soldier though she once was, her reflexes are not particularly keen (they didn't need to be when the amount of violence in Northaven was rampant and she could just walk along the streets locking people up for hours on end), and it was just as the creature lashed out at her that she turned. Claws raked through her skin like like a knife through soft clay, and the dark umber of her flesh parted to reveal tendrils of maroon. Her arm and side were badly shredded, and given the lack of muscle or fat coating her side, a few of her ribs were revealed as her skin was flayed away. A scream bubbled up through her throat as all manner of magic exploded from her fingertips. Without thought (or rather, singularly focused simply on the feeling of raw agony racing through her left side), she directed what magic she had: life-drain (though the thing didn't really look alive, disintegration, and of course, pure fucking fire. "Mmnsfffckkrrrrrrr" Edy bleated through clenched teeth, the syllables probably meaning to be some sort of expletive but it was hard to say. Grabbing for her arm and holding it to her chest, Edy leaned left defensively and tried to skuttle away, without turning her back to the thing. "This your idea of foreplay." She panted, her legs retreating step by painful step backwards.