FAMFRIT vs. Party Five: Mag/Kiernan/Ophion
Landing in anything more than a puddle was a challenge that Kiernan was not as accustomed to as he'd like, and he nearly lost his footing in the landing. He quickly regained his balance to prepare for the inevitable retaliation -- but none came.
Kiernan frowned. Nobody, not hume nor beast, was ever dumb enough to give this much of an obvious opening, which meant that this had to be a trap. To make an attack again with his spear would be suicide; it did not have that far a reach. He quickly considered his options and just as quickly realized he had no other alternatives but to let Mag fire away and Ophion do his magicky thing. Overhead, Lucy flew, hesitating herself as though she suspected something was up. Though Kiernan had difficulty seeing her, he just... knew.
He didn't want to have her do this, but she could, hopefully, fly far enough away from this thing to attack and still be safe from any counter. He lifted his head up and shouted, "Luce! Cook it up again!"
Through the Mist, Kiernan could see a satisfying inferno head in the direction of the creature, and he braced himself for a potential defensive maneuver. With the rising water, Jump was no longer something he could do with any sort of reliability. That meant that he had to get creative.