She turned, reconized the language, and switched too it.
"You will be dealt with next!" She boomed with an authority that had stopped the tides and shamed the moon. The living coral on her gleamed like steel, like mercury, like organized fragments of an alloy that had been painstakingly gathered and fed to the armor of her great great grandmother.
She bared her teeth at the gun, dared it. She knew these things. Great, clumsy lead spitting male inventions.
A shake of her tail and her guard tensed, eyes on the metal man. Hissing the songs of the green-in-the-sea.
Ever see seaweed do the Charleston?
She struck like a serpent and got the white haired one by the robes. Old. But. Sturdy enough for a good hundred eggs.