Liyal/Merri/Aspel/Ash/Drake/Ari/Nate
Wasn't that Ci's pet? Fuck. She didn't recognize the woman but she sure as hell recognized Drake. She nodded to him and he nodded back, dashing by her to reach Armor and the ugly ass snake on the beach. She was getting really tired of having to deal with this crap.
She was no fighter and even with her mace, the amount of damage she could give and take was minimal. "Effects it is," she muttered. "I'm fucking taking a vacation when this crap is over." She didn't notice the fucking iguion until it was almost on top of her; she braced herself for the impact, but it never came.
Was that a motherfucking acorn? The iguion stepped back and Ash crouched. This, she knew, was going to be fucking weird, but damage was damage, and this was ranged.
She waited, but nothing happened. There was only time to frown - sometimes, there were certain things she needed before a mimic would work - and began Mincing Minuet. He figured Ari and Nate would refuse, so he left them with instructions to stay back and do whatever they needed to at a distance before making his way to where Aspel was. He noticed Ash and swore - he should have realized that she'd be at the docks on the weekend. He remembered that she did warehouse checks on the weekends from when they had dated.
He nodded, she nodded, and he kept going, stopping beside Aspel. "How much paperwork do you think this is going to be?" he asked before launching forward, fists and legs connecting where they could. The sand was hindering his attacks, which he'd expected, but it didn't mean he had to like it.