I GOT THAT BOOM BOOM POW LEVIATHAN'S JACKIN MY STYLE
By this point in time, Gale had it up to here when it came to herhome being bombarded by what seemed to be wave after wave of trifling monsters, crawling from seawaters deep and forests unexplored and thank Faram indeed that the Kapur estate was safely ensconced at the edge of the Noble district, far away from the inexplicably active wilderness that surrounded the city. If she had to be dragged from her quarters one more time to deal with another attack on the city, then Palings be damned, she was going to go to Ordalia and join another guild, because this was (and she thought this with shaking hands, not of fear so much as anger as she stomped through the streets and towards the docks) ridiculous and there was much that Gale Kapur tolerated in her life (in her opinion) but incompetency was not one of them and if she had to tie her name to an organization such as the Mages' Guild or Emillion or anything, rather, let it be assured that --
Her anger died on her lips once she saw it: massive, gleaming snake-oil rainbowscaled all down its serpentine length, like a bit of water given motion, rising far above the cresting waves and was that seafoam or flame that came jetting out of its mouth, its massive and open maw snapping towards Gale --
She did what she had to do: she hoisted herself onto the nearest airship, which lifted with its brethren into the air, and ran into one of the cabins to gather her composure before she threw herself into the battle. It would only take a moment and once she had cast Haste (which she did, the spell sluicing into her bloodstream), she felt the momentary fog of fear and panic abate, and she was back on the deck, relieved to see a familiar figure in fashionable robes sending spell after spell after what Gale was beginning to think was something she had only read about in books; she had never considered the possibility of it being real.
A whip-thin streak of lightning snapped and crackled from Gale's outstretched rod, the percussive force of which threw her back and slammed her into the wall behind her, earning a surprised groan -- but the blast of her Thunder spell, while impressive, was still but Thunder, and only served to do as much as one could expect from a Time Mage's black magic spell, though Gale stubbornly kept the spell maintained, gritting her teeth as she felt her energy slowly deplete.
"Is it susceptible to blindness?" Gale asked (screamed) over the rush and rumble of battle and wind, turning her head to only now notice the woman who was not Domina; vaguely familiar but nobody she could take the time to pinpoint now. "Shall we try to slow or stun it?"