Liyal/Merri/Aspel/Ash/Drake/Ari/Nate Motherfucker she was tired. And between the sand flying and the salt water stinging her eyes from being splashed - that was the only reason her face was wet, she told herself; it had nothing to do with seeing Ci's bike crash into the motherfucking paling - she wasn't sure how long she could keep this up.
Armor was in her line of sight and had just dropped into a stance. Well, she thought, what the hell? Sometimes, it paid to take a chance and mimic because this time? None of the fucking crabs and iguions were coming at her and she was starting to feel a hell of a lot better.
Some kind of healing thing, then. She'd take what she could get. The less damage she sustained, the better off she'd be. One of these days, Drake decided, he was going to leave town and not come back to some disaster. Heck, at this point, he'd take waking up and not having to deal with some sort of chaotic annoyance. He looked back just in time to see Aspel cover Nate and cursed.
This wasn't going well, and he couldn't figure out a way to turn the tables. He'd never faced something like this, and it seemed like his attacks were only mildly pissing the thing off. If he couldn't take it down with his fists, what was he supposed to do?